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From Little Things Big Things Grow
Kev Carmody
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Gather round people, I'll tell you a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
The British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
Were opposite men on opposite sides
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Vestey was fat with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his dough
Vincent was lean, spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
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Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Once they had gathered the wealth of the land
Daily Depression got tighter and tighter
Gurindji decided they must make a stand
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They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Waddy 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
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
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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 till we get our land"
Vestey man roared, Vestey man thundered
"You don't stand a chance of a Cinder and Snow"
Vince said, "If we fall, others are rising"
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
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Then Vincent Lingiari he boarded an aeroplane
Landed in Sydney, the big city of lights
Daily he went round softly speaking his story
To all kinds of men from all walks of life
Vincent sat down with epic politicians
This affair, they told him, it's a matter of state
Let us sort it out while your people are hungry
Vincent said, "No thanks, we know how to wait"
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
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Then Vincent Lingiari returned in an aeroplane
Back to his country once more to sit down
He told his people, "Let the stars keep on turning
We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns"
Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
Till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
And he came with lawyers, came with great ceremony
Through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
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That was the story of Vincent Lingiari
This is the story of something much more
How power and privilege cannot move a people
Who know where they stand and they stand in their lore
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
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