Anthem

Anthem:

Light on the track, shimmering tree
in a land of want or plenty.
After the storm, after the rain,
after the drought has broken.

Ch: This is my land, harsh unforgiving,
Lit by the fires, bushland burning,
and if I travel as far as wide
to my homeland my thoughts will be turning.

Storm over the hill, night turned to day
In a land of praying and waiting.
Before the cloud, before the thunder,
before the lightning strikes.

Ch: X2