Be careful when you walk through this land
Because a child was born here
And a child was born there
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Here lies stains of blood and water
Come from the mothers for their sons
And their daugh - ters, 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 Yeaaaaaahhhh
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Should I walk softly in the 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
So now, be careful when you walk through this land
Because a child was born here
And a child was born there
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Yeah Can you feel it? (Can you feel it?)
Can you fe - el it? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel it? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel it in your heart? (Can you feel it?)
That a child was born here
And a child was born there, yes
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh
Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeaaaaaahhhh