Our Island Home – the struggle for land rights

‘in the evenin the dry wind blows
from the hills
and across the plain
i close my eyes and i’m standing
in a boat
on the sea again
and i’m holding a long yello spear
and i feel unclothed now
to where it must be
my island home, is waitin for me

—words by Neil Murray sung by George Burarrwanga and the Warumpi Band.Go to Article