Some people long for all the wrong things
And wear them on their sleeves for all to see
Some people fight for all the wrong beliefs
Believing the victor's version of history
With blood on their hands for all to see
But they won't see it so they won't believe
Our forgotten memories of our long lost history
Our people came here to learn and to live
And not to steal from the land
Our people came to settle down and to give
Back to the people of this beautiful island
We learned their language so we could speak
We learned their way of life here so we could live
In harmony with the people of this land
Now more people have come and gone since then
And they don't seem to care
Who the people of this land are
And what the ways to their hearts have always been
We hope they learn to see with some humility
We hope they learn to speak most respectfully
'Cause it's about time for this
(It's about time)
(It's about time)
(It's about time)
(It's about time)