From Little Things Big Things Grow

Gather round people let me tell you're a story
 An eight year long story of power and pride
 British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
 Were opposite men on opposite sides
 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
 Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
 Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
 Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
 Gurindju decided they must make a stand
 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
 Vestey man said I'll double your wages
 Seven quid a week you'll have in your hand
 Vincent said uhuh we're not talking about wages
 We're sitting right here till 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
 Then Vincent Lingiarri boarded an aeroplane
 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 is a matter of state
 Let us sort it out, 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
 Then Vincent Lingiarri returned in an aeroplane
 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
 Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
 Till 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
 That was the story of Vincent Lingairri
 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
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow
 From little things big things grow