see wattle, tree and gum.
The Harbour Bridge and the Cobra
symbolise from where we come.
You can meet the working man
and shake his calloused hand
Or watch the flames in fields of cane
Buildings made of sandstone
Dreamtime are etched on sacred ground
From coast to coast, across the land,
the rail and highways run
just look at what's been done
We are people from down under
the Southern Cross unfurled
We are Namatjira country,
See the snow on Kosciuszko
Desert rain on Uluru Falls
Our heritage colours it all
Our landscape bathes in beauty
The grandeur of the top end
May its splendor never wane
There's pride in understanding
the victories we have won
They set the scene and dared to dream
when settlement first begun
We are cyclone, fire and flood
with heroes beyond compare
We are drought when nature leaves
the plain sunburnt and bare
Golden leeches, jeweled seas,
How heritage colors it all,
Yes, we are people from down under
The Southern Cross unfurls
Golden features, jeweled seats
How heritage colours it all
And heritage comes in all
