This country isn't mine It was stolen 'fore my time By folks that look like me I was born of their legacy And my heart does surely freeze From the stories that I read Of the children and their mothers Kicked to death, buried to their shoulders Mend baby mend Heal child heal Mend baby mend Heal child heal Every year that comes around We line the streets standing proud We honour fallen men Hands on our hearts 'lest we forget' But in the pages we demand That the folks who lost their land Children stolen history banned Should forget and move on now Mend baby mend Heal child heal Mend baby mend Heal child heal