Your forest turned into a dragon
Flames tongues is his tongue
And we're running scared
Of his treachery and his smoke..
Hell, we said,
But who will wipe the oppression
And its devil?!
Your men showed up
And the evergreen cypress trunks were crazy.
Their shoulders
Beside the beautiful ladies' shoulders..
They left their families
Choosing not to leave you
Or betray your land's heaven
The orchards,
The hen-coop that is cuddling its chicks.
Their fire brigades are full of pride
Integrity is the symbol.
Their hose is knife like
Cutting the flame with its flood.
We thought they were saints!
Saint George on his horse!
Butting the fire out..
The second seemed years,
Protecting the house
And its residents.
Sydney..
Oh garden of jonquil
Planted in the Pacific..
Your people survived by their faith.
