Be careful when you walk through this land

Because a child was born here

And a child was born there

Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Here lies the stains of the blood and the water

That come from the mothers for their sons

And their daughters, 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 yeah

Should I walk softly in a 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

Be careful when you walk through this land

Because a child was born here

And a child was born there

Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Oh, can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?