The Killing Times

Words & Music: Ruth Hazleton
Blood is thicker than water
On the wattle it was shed
The empire’s ‘fairest daughter’ stole country
And nobody counted the dead

This Southern land of silence
This broken history of pain
A frontier born of violence
The truth of white man’s shame

CHORUS:
These tainted shores call for mercy
The rise and fall
To recognise the killing times
And tell the story over and over again

Do we dare to beg forgiveness?
And face the sins of yesterday?
To the dark work of man bear witness?
To the thousands of fallen; our dues and honours pay

The time has come for listening
Time to break apart the stone
To repair the broken heart of this country
And a people who never should have been left to grieve alone.