Verse 1
I was born, on the banks, of the Murray,
Yorta Yorta, is my Mothers, tribal land.
I?m her son, but my father?s name, I carry,
as I walk, through this great, and ancient land.Verse 2
My father, taught me all the things, I needed,
like identity, and dignity, with love.
From his southern, tribal, coastal ways, of living,
Wallaga lake, and Gulaga Mountain, high above.
Chorus:
I?m a Koori, and I come from, Cummeragunja,
where my people and my dreaming all began.
Someday I know that I will be returning,
like the legend of my tribal boomerang.
Verse 3
Spoken: (if you wish to sing this verse, omit words in brackets)
My tribal ways are strong, and not forgotten,
Though (all) my city ways of living,(well they) maybe grand.
But you know, I could (pack it up, yes and) leave it, all tomorrow,
Sing: and go back, to my Yorta, Yorta land.
Verse 4
The nature, of the bush, in all its beauty,
gives me strength, in my will, to understand.
That no matter, where I go, my river people,
will be waiting, for this Yorta, Yorta Man.
Spoken: Join me.
Chorus:
Sing: I?m a Koori, and I come from, Cummeragunja,
where my people, and my dreaming, all began.
Someday I know, I?ll be returning,
Like the legend, of my tribal, boomerang,
Like the legend, of my tribal, boomerang,
Fade: Like the legend, of my tribal, boomerang.
