| We couldn’t be further from home
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| Oh no what’s left of a journey of tears
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| We cry like the curlew
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| Oh Christ, save our souls and help hold our fears
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| And it couldn’t be darker than this
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| Oh no, even with so much light in the sky
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| And the sun burns forever
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| We can’t find the shade though we try and we try
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| So, big river, don’t fool me
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| I’m depending upon a sign
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| I’m relying upon your motion
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| To carry these cares of mine
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| And, big river, we’re helpless
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| And we bend to your every turn
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| But not even our courage can help us
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| As the big river runs on and on
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| As the big river runs on and on and on
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| To clear this bush will take a whole life
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| I’m sure and even the lives of my sons
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| But we dream of a harvest
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| And oh how we’ll feast when it finally comes
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| And when sugar cane grows to the wind
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| We’ll think on that journey of tears
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| And the murdering hold of the hellish
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| George Fyfe will fade with the years
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| So, big river, don’t fool me
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| I’m depending upon a sign
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| I’m relying upon your motion
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| To carry these cares of mine
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| And, big river, we’re helpless
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| And we bend to your every turn
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| But not even our courage can help us
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| As the big river runs on and on
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| As the big river runs on and on and on |