From Little Things Big Things Grow

Gather 'round people, I'll tell you a story
 An eight year long story of power and pride
 British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
 Were opposite men on opposite sides
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 Vestey was fat with money and muscle
 Beef was his business, broad was his door
 Vincent was lean and spoke very little
 He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow
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 Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
 Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
 Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
 Gurindji decided they must make a stand
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 They picked up their swags and started off walking
 At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
 Now it don't sound like much, but it sure got tongues talking
 Back at the homestead and then in the town
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow
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 Vestey man said, "I'll double your wages
 18 quid a week you'll have in your hand"
 Vincent said, "Uh-huh, we're not talking about wages
 We're sitting right here 'til we get our land"
 Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
 "You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow"
 Vince said, "If we fall, others are rising"
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow
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 Then Vincent Lingiari boarded an airplane
 Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
 And daily he went round softly speaking his story
 To all kinds of men from all walks of life
 And Vincent sat down with big politicians
 "This affair", they told him, "It's a matter of state
 Let us sort it out while your people are hungry"
 Vincent said, "No thanks, we know how to wait"
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow
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 Then Vincent Lingiari returned in an airplane
 Back to his country once more to sit down
 And he told his people, "Let the stars keep on turning
 We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns"
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 Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
 'Til one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
 And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
 And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow
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 Well, that was the story of Vincent Lingiari
 But this is the story of something much more
 How power and privilege can not move a people
 Who know where they stand, and stand in the law
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