[Verse 1]
Gather 'round, people, I'll tell you a story
An eight-year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
Were opposite men on opposite sides
Vestey was fat, with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his door
Vincent was lean and spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
[Verse 2]
Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
And daily, the pressure got tighter and tighter
Gurindji decided they must make a stand
They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Wattie 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
[Chorus]
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
Gather 'round, people, I'll tell you a story
An eight-year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiari
Were opposite men on opposite sides
Vestey was fat, with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his door
Vincent was lean and spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor
[Chorus]
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
[Verse 2]
Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
And daily, the pressure got tighter and tighter
Gurindji decided they must make a stand
They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Wattie 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
[Chorus]
From little things, big things grow
From little things, big things grow
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