From Little Things Big Things Grow

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                                            1.Gather round people  I'll

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 tell you a story     An eight year long story of power and pride

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 British Lord Vestey  and Vincent Lingiari       Opposite men   on opposite sides
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                               From   little things  Big things grow   

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 From   little things  Big things grow
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2.Vestey was fat, with money and muscle
  Beef was his business, broad was his door
  Vincent was lean, and he spoke very little
  He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor


3.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

4.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


5.Vestey man said I'll double your wages
  Seven quid a week you'll have in your hand
  Vincent said uh-uh we're not talking about wages
  We're sitting right here until we get our land

6.Vestey man roared, Vestey man thundered
  You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow
  Vince said if we fall
  Others are rising


7.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

8.And Vincent sat down with big politicians
  This affair they told him is a matter of state
  Let us sort it out, why your people are hungry
  Vincent said no thanks we know how to wait


9.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

10.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


11.That was the story of Vincent Lingiari
  But this is the story of something much more
  How power and privilege cannot move a people
  Who know where they stand and stand in the law