Midnight Oil — The Great Gibber Plain Ambient Version

From the great gibber plain To the Indian ocean From the stones at my feet To my sawn off emotions Already gone It's already been We're free From Gallipoli's cliffs To the banks of the Thames For those that are nameless Their memory remains How can we forget What's already been We're free I can count on my hands and feet All the ways to catch your spirit Taking your flag down with the sun Lest we forget Like crimson turning to gold yeah Like crimson turning to gold Caught in the detail of losses and gains You cannot abandon something so tame It's already gone it's already been We're free, we're free I know we're free