Angklung rehearsal at Wesley Mission, in preparation for our Multicultural Day at Chatswood Catholic Church. I came from the dream-time, From the dusty red-soil plains. I am the ancient heart, The keeper of the flame. I stood upon the rocky shores, I watched the tall ships come, For forty thousand years I’ve been The first Australian. I came upon the prison ship, Bowed down by iron chains, I fought the land, endured the lash, And waited for the rains. I'm a settler, I'm a farmer's wife On a dry and barren run, A convict, then a free man, I became Australian. Chorus We are one, but we are many, And from all the lands on earth we come. We'll share a dream and sing with one voice, "I am, you are, we are Australian" I'm the daughter of a digger Who sought the mother lode. The girl became a woman On the long and dusty road. I'm a child of the Depression, I saw the good times come, I'm a bushie, I'm a battler, I am Australian. I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs, I am Albert Namatjira And I paint the ghostly gums. I'm Clancy on his horse, I'm Ned Kelly on the run, I'm the one who waltzed Matilda, I am Australian. We are one, but we are many, And from all the lands on earth we come. We'll share a dream and sing with one voice, "I am, you are, we are Australian" I'm the hot wind from the desert, I'm the black soil of the plains, I'm the mountains and the valleys, I'm the drought and flooding rains. I am the rock, I am the sky, The rivers when they run, The spirit of ...