by John Williamson



It's time to think of why we're proud to be a part of

A land so ancient, so hard to get a hold of

Why the kangaroo and emu is on the baggy green

Why do we sing of coolabahs, billabongs and cockatoos

Do we really care, are we aware of what we lose

While we knock it down again and again and again



C'mon wattle soldiers, wildlife warriors get angry

They'll call you green, they'll call you red

Just stay strong and turn your head

And think of little bilbies and gliders and rare wallabies

Now's the time to stir again

It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, IT'S TIME



Yeah, it's time to stop the slaughter of our native land

No more telling lies, drawing lines in the sand

Maybe we didn't know but surely now it's underhand

No more crocodile tears, did he die in vain

Did he make us cry, did he suffer all his pain

So we could knock it down again and again and again