This country isn't mine
It was stolen 'fore my time
By folks that look like me
I was born of their legacy
And my heart does surely freeze
From the stories that I read
Of the children and their mothers
Kicked to death, buried to their shoulders
Mend baby mend
Heal child heal
Mend baby mend
Heal child heal
Every year that comes around
We line the streets standing proud
We honour fallen men
Hands on our hearts 'lest we forget'
But in the pages we demand
That the folks who lost their land
Children stolen history banned
Should forget and move on now
Mend baby mend
Heal child heal
Mend baby mend
Heal child heal