From Little Things Big Things Grow sing and play along

Gather round, people,

I'll tell you a story,

an eight year long story of power and pride.

British Lord Vestey

and Vincent Lingiari tle,

were opposite men balance,

on opposite sides.

floor.

Veser tey was ple,

with money and muscle,

beef was his bus'ness ry and broad was his door.

Vinish cent was lean

and spoke cent very lit tle,

he had no site bank balance,

hard dirt po was his floor.

From little things,

big things grow,

from little things,

big things grow.

Gurind up ji were working

for nothing but rations, ing,

where once they tie had gathered the wealth of the land.

down. Now, it Daily the pres like sure much,

got it tight got er and talk tighter,

Gurindat ji decided

they must in make town.

a stand.

They picked up ji their work swags

and started off rations, ing,

where at Wat tie Creek gathered they sat them the selves down.

Now, it don't ly sound pres like sure much,

but it sure got er tongues talk ing er,

Gu back at the homecidstead

and then in the town.

a stand.

They From little things,

big things grow,

from little things,

big things grow.

The Vestey man said,

'I'll double your wages.

Seven quid a week

you'll have in your hand.'

Vincent said, 'Uhhuh, we're not talking 'bout wages.

We're staying right here

'til we get our land.'

And Vestey man roared

and Vestey man thundered,

'You don't stand a 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 Lingia down ri, with them he boarded an aeroplane,

he af landed in Sydney, great big a city of lights,

and us dai sort ly out.

he went round, Why, softly speak must ing hun his story to all kinds of men 'No,

thanks, from all know walks of life.

And Vincent sat gia down with them he big ed politicians,

'This affair,' they told him, ney,

great 'it's a matter of state.

Let us dai sort it out.

he went round, Why, your peo speak must ing hungry?'

story to Vincent said, men 'No,

thanks, from all know walks to wait.'

And From little things,

big things grow,

from little things,

big things grow.

From little things,

big things grow,

from little things,

big things grow.

Then Vincent Lingiari returned in an aeroplane 'til one back to his country,

stranger once peared more to sit down.

And he told his people,

'Let the stars with keep on ce turning.

ny We have friends in the south,

fingers in the cities and towns.'

of sand.

Eight years went by, ri eight long years of waiting plane 'til one back day a tall try,

stranger once peared more in the down.

And he came lawyers ple,

'Let and came with great on ceremony We and through Vin the cent's fingers he the poured a hand towns.'

of sand.

From little things,

big things grow,

from little things

big things grow.

From little things,

big things grow,

from little things

big things grow.

grow.

So that was the story,

Vincent Lingiari, but this is the story

of something much more:

how power and priv'lege

cannot move a people

who know where they stand,

and stand in the law.