Goori spirit take me home
Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 8:47 pm
Just back from my trip to PNG where i accompanied a group of Indiginous people to attend an ANZAC day ceremony at Bomana War cemetry. The purpose was to bring the spirits of their fallen soldiers home. This was the firstime ever that a Didjeredoo was allowed to open a ANZAC ceremony and i must say it was magical so the poem
Goori Spirit Take me Home.
On distant shores I gave my life,
to spare my land from war.
My mother earth called out too me,
Son go bravely from this shore.
Show the badge of honour,
that the dream time spirits gave.
This is my land your seeking,
I will hold it to my grave.
Brother, train me to be a soldier,
if that is what it takes.
I'm here to show I'm willing,
To fight for higher stakes.
Put me in the front line,
for that's where the fight is rough.
Spare not the colour of my skin,
till the enemy's had enough.
The dream time spirits called him,
“Said frank, its time too go”.
Your courage will live forever,
although most will never know.
The battles that befell you,
will be the legacy you leave.
Don't worry Goori soldier,
Your country folk will grieve.
Come brother take my spirit home,
for I long to leave this place.
This land that took so many souls,
lays scant those paths too trace.
Come brother take my spirit home,
for that's where I want too be.
Embrace my soul O Goori man,
let my dream time spirit free.
Ncauser © 2012
Goori Spirit Take me Home.
On distant shores I gave my life,
to spare my land from war.
My mother earth called out too me,
Son go bravely from this shore.
Show the badge of honour,
that the dream time spirits gave.
This is my land your seeking,
I will hold it to my grave.
Brother, train me to be a soldier,
if that is what it takes.
I'm here to show I'm willing,
To fight for higher stakes.
Put me in the front line,
for that's where the fight is rough.
Spare not the colour of my skin,
till the enemy's had enough.
The dream time spirits called him,
“Said frank, its time too go”.
Your courage will live forever,
although most will never know.
The battles that befell you,
will be the legacy you leave.
Don't worry Goori soldier,
Your country folk will grieve.
Come brother take my spirit home,
for I long to leave this place.
This land that took so many souls,
lays scant those paths too trace.
Come brother take my spirit home,
for that's where I want too be.
Embrace my soul O Goori man,
let my dream time spirit free.
Ncauser © 2012