Artist: Judy Small
Song: The Futures Exchange
Album: One Voice In The Crowd (1985)
[Verse]
D
It rises in the sunlight, Silver domes upon our sand
A G A
encircled by the wire like a blight upon our land
D
and to the people of the dreaming, who's sacred land this is
G A G A D
must wonder who this uncle Sam could be, and to think that it could be his.
[chorus]
A G D
And for the silver that these men have paid, who think they own this land
A G A
it is the silver of Iscariot, the silver of the dammed
D G A
it is part of the accounting in which we all must pay
D Bm G A D
for trading in our children's futures, for false promises today
[Verse]
D
Because this land belongs to dreaming, and the people are its own
A G A
they have lived there fifty thousand years, this desert it's their home
D
and the woman go a weeping, and a wailing for it's loss
G A G A D
and I join them in their grieving , and in the counting of the cost.
[chorus]
A G D
And for the silver that these men have paid, who think they own this land
A G A
it is the silver of Iscariot, the silver of the dammed
D G A
it is part of the accounting in which we all must pay
D Bm G A D
for trading in our children's futures, for false promises today
[verse]
D
And the mines from which their poison comes sits cold beneath our stars
A G A
for the landscapes they have ravaged will forever bear the scars
D
Roxby Ranger Jabaluka will be words that conjure shame
G A G A D
because the spark they help to kindle, It will ignite the devils flames
[chorus]
A G D
And for the silver that these men have paid, who think they own this land
A G A
it is the silver of Iscariot, the silver of the dammed
D G A
it is part of the accounting in which we all must pay
D Bm G A D
for trading in our children's futures, for false promises today