Some sing of their glory
Few tell the true story
Most men they don't need it
White man he kills for it.
They took to the seas searching for a land that they could call Paradise
Stealing the breeze that carried them towards the sun
With lust in their eyes and a gun in their hand they said we've found Paradise
Think of the glory, look at the prize we've won.
We know who they were
They were the ones who killed their brothers to steal from others
We know who they were
They were the ones whose sons and daughters are doing it still
We know who they were
They were the ones who killed their brothers to steal from others
We know who they were
They were the ones whose sons and daughters are doing it still.
And in their hearts what did they feel?
Did they think they had the right to steal
Another man's land who had no name?
O they didn't think he'd feel the pain?
So they sailed away from their own country to another man's land far across the sea
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land Australia.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
They sailed away one winter's day to a sunlit land that was far away
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land America.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
And in their hearts what did they feel?
Did they think they had the right to steal
Another man's land who had no name?
O they didn't think he'd feel the pain?
So they sailed away from their own country to another man's land far across the sea
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land Australia.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
They sailed away one winter's day to a sunlit land that was far away
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land America.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
Few tell the true story
Most men they don't need it
White man he kills for it.
They took to the seas searching for a land that they could call Paradise
Stealing the breeze that carried them towards the sun
With lust in their eyes and a gun in their hand they said we've found Paradise
Think of the glory, look at the prize we've won.
We know who they were
They were the ones who killed their brothers to steal from others
We know who they were
They were the ones whose sons and daughters are doing it still
We know who they were
They were the ones who killed their brothers to steal from others
We know who they were
They were the ones whose sons and daughters are doing it still.
And in their hearts what did they feel?
Did they think they had the right to steal
Another man's land who had no name?
O they didn't think he'd feel the pain?
So they sailed away from their own country to another man's land far across the sea
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land Australia.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
They sailed away one winter's day to a sunlit land that was far away
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land America.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
And in their hearts what did they feel?
Did they think they had the right to steal
Another man's land who had no name?
O they didn't think he'd feel the pain?
So they sailed away from their own country to another man's land far across the sea
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land Australia.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
They sailed away one winter's day to a sunlit land that was far away
And they stole that land from the people there and they called that land America.
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it white man?
Why did he do it?
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/5/18 - 21:05
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Scritta da Peter Knight, voce e violino della formazione inglese.
Nell’album intitolato “Back in Line”. Poi anche nell’album dal vivo “Tonight's the Night”.
Suprema sintesi di Storia del Colonialismo, quello inglese in particolare...