Be careful when you walk through this land Because a child was born here And a child was born there Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Here lies the stains of the blood and the water That come from the mothers for their sons And their daughters, and their daughters On a mountain and the valley down below Across the open plain to the sea The rivers and desert and the rainforest so green I can see nativity Baby girl rubbed in the ashes by the billabong Where she was born So that she will return Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Should I walk softly in a garden of children? Or scream like a madman and go rushing in? No, I'll remember all the mothers that lay here And went through the suffering when new life begins Be careful when you walk through this land Because a child was born here And a child was born there Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Oh, can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?