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Down by the Ngurin where the river runs dry 
Is a story that’ll bring a tear drop
To your eye where Long Mack
Used to call the Warlu up and make rain there 
Song secret as the colourful sky
He could sing it make the black heavens cry
Bunggaliyarra Thalu nourished that land 
He held thunder in the palm of his hand

But red dust from the iron ore train’ll
Make a white cocky all stained and rusty
And rich boys and the royal family
They needed water for their dusty money

Tharngungarli is the senior lawman
Long Mack he’s small but he stands
Taller than a world record he’d call that
Yundu Thalu like an infinite chorus 
When he heard about the dam disgrace, yelled
“Hey, I’m Ngurrara I speak for that place!” 
His face frowned with a worrying mind, said
 “Judge that river’s from the Marrga times”

But red dust from the iron ore train’ll
Make a white cocky all stained and rusty
And rich boys and the royal family
They needed water for their dusty money

Going to build a dam, going to build a dam
They don’t give a damn, going to build a damn 
Over my country

Hey! I’m Yurala I know this ground
I’m Yurala don’t dam it down
And the river’s my body
Can you hear the thundering clouds?
Or the Warlu he’ll tear you up
He’s a cheeky one that one
Bad business that Harding Dam
Stay away from our river man

Yurala, yurala, yurala, yurala…

Down in the city in the premier’s room
They talk mines and the boom boom boom boom
They say ‘Charlie you’re a capital man
And Lang Hancock’s shaken your hand
The Pilbara’s a desert and we need green lawns
So go hide those black land right forms 
And who’s that who they call Long Mack?
Are you going to let a Yindjibarndi ruin our racket?

But red dust from the iron ore train’ll
Make a white cocky all stained and rusty
And rich boys and the royal family
They needed water for their dusty money

Going to build a dam, going to build a dam
They don’t give a damn, going to build a damn 
Over my country

Hey! I’m Yurala I know this ground
I’m Yurala don’t dam it down
And the river’s my body
Can you hear the thundering clouds?
Or the Warlu he’ll tear you up
He’s a cheeky one that one
Bad business that Harding Dam
Stay away from our river man

Yurala, yurala, yurala, yurala…

Garndaangarra, Garndaangarra
Thula, thalu, thalu, thalu is gone 
Garndaangarra, Garndaangarra
Bunggaliyarra munggu and the sisters of 
Marndirrinha, Marndirrinha
Tree in the moon of Mayalarri gone 
Yundu Thalu, Yundu Thalu
Drowned down below 

Proud Yindjibarndi know far and wide 
They can tell you how Long Mack he died
He fought hard in the city and the town
His heart broke when his thalu got drowned
They could have listened, could have found a new site, but
Since when does the Government shine?
Different business and a different Law
One means money and the other much more

Going to build a dam, going to build a dam
Going to build a dam, going to build a dam
Going to build a dam, going to build a dam 
They don’t give a damn, going to build a damn 
Over my country

Hey! I’m Yurala I know this ground
I’m Yurala don’t dam it down
And the river’s my body
Can you hear the thundering clouds?
Or the Warlu he’ll tear you up
He’s a cheeky one that one
Bad business that Harding Dam
Stay away from our river man…

Yurala, yurala, yurala, yurala…

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