Woorden: Xavier Rudd. Whisper.

:
I've seen you somewhere before
your eyes, your eyes draw me back to the source
it's been many moons
my mind is too young and i cant place it

the spirit within me breathes now
these old people sit here with me
my feet draw it up
and inside i receive it

well i feel it with every breath
it circles inside my head
and i fear it with each new day
and every rain
these whispers will age
these whispers will age
and all their secrets will fade
if these whispers they age

for these offerings of country and time
and this knowledge so long denied
well i thankyou i thankyou
will it ever be recognized
will our children still be denied
is this new culture, simply to young to see it