Paroles Windradyne Troy Cassar-Daley

Windradyne

My name is Windradyne
I am Wurundjeri
You may not know my face
Or my history
I was born on the plains
Before the white man come
With his cattle and his sheep
The horses and the gun

As a child I can recall
The song lines that we sang
Hunt possum kangaroo
With spear and boomerang
One day in the bush
Stood three ghostly men
Who said our land is their’s
And the trouble soon began

My name is Windradyne
They call me Saturday
Come Sunday I’ll be gone
In the bush I melt away
I fought for my people
On this country where I lay
My name is Windradyne
Remember me that way

I see smoke of many fires
In the morning light
Some are ours some are their’s
Left burning through the night
I know they tried to pin me
For the trouble on King’s Plane
But I threw a spear in self defence
Of a musket in the rain

My name is Windradyne
They call me Saturday
Come Sunday I’ll be gone
In the bush I melt away
I fought for my people
On this country where I lay
My name is Windradyne
Remember me that way

We came across a Homestead
Lit by candle light
Thirsty for revenge
From our camp attack last night
A white boy met us at the door
Speaking native tongue
We left his house and headed off
As quietly as we come
And just like every story
This one has an end
Without all the glory
Bestowed on other men
They increased the reward
To try and change my luck
But my people who fought with me well
Never gave me up

My name is Windradyne
They call me Saturday
Come Sunday I’ll be gone
In the bush I melt away
I fought for my people
On this country where I lay
My name is Windradyne
Remember me that way
My name is Windradyne
Remember me that way