The Barka-Darling River

Standing in the house of the founding fathers

It's a house that's not been well looked after

Now there's a fatal flaw in the mighty rafters

There's a rule of law written by the cotton masters

I took my place at the Murray Darling chamber

I saw no friendly face, I was a stranger

There was a secret plan, a plan to hasten slowly

There was a show of hands, and I was on my only

No other place on Earth

No other place on Earth

What you see is an act of terror, the bush surrenders to the ball and chain

As the world becomes one, the country comes undone

High as the banks of the Darling River, dry as the bed of the inland sea

As the world becomes one, the country comes undone

Hard as the rocks of the endless gibber

Deep as the roots of the mallee tree

As the world becomes one

The country comes undone

All that's left is a tiny glimmer of the days when the river was running free

As the world becomes one, the country comes undone

Who left the bag of idiots open?

Who drank the bottle of bad ideas?

Who drew the last drop from the bottom?

Good people

Good people are forgotten

Let's shake some truth out of the jar

Let's kick the crooks out of the kitchen

We'll tell some stories at the bar

Good people

Good people are forgotten

Sister Mary plays her mystery train

In a town at the end of a railway line

Sister Mary plays her mystery train

In a town at the end of the railway line

So shake some truth out of the jar

It's a battle of blurry edges

There's a famine of compassion

Good people

Good people are forgotten

Good people

Good people are forgotten

Good people

Good people are forgotten

Good people are forgotten

Good people

Good people are forgotten

Good people

Good people are forgotten

Good people

Good people are forgotten (good people)

Good people

Good people are forgotten (good people)

Good people are forgotten