Lyrics
In the shadow of the crooked stone Where the Glass House peaks stand all alone Coonowrin rises, weathered and steep From a fire the ages keep
Twenty million years and more Since molten rock pushed through the floor Now the softer world has worn away And left your dark heart in the day
Layer on layer, time rolls on Dust to river, dusk to dawn I look up where the ridges climb And feel the weight of deeper time
Oh, Mount Coonowrin, cut the sky Hold the clouds as they drift by Basalt bones and shoulders green Oldest witness I have seen
Through the heat and through the rain You rise above the coastal plain Oh, Mount Coonowrin, standing still Time runs down your broken hill
Gum trees lean in the afternoon Magpies call their silver tune Shadows move across your face Slow as light through open space
From the drone above, the valleys spread Fields of green and roads like thread Beerwah waits beyond the haze Tibrogargan turns his gaze
Every scar and fractured line Speaks in stone, not words or signs The earth remembers what we miss In silence older than our wish
Oh, Mount Coonowrin, cut the sky Hold the clouds as they drift by Basalt bones and shoulders green Oldest witness I have seen
Through the heat and through the rain You rise above the coastal plain Oh, Mount Coonowrin, standing still Time runs down your broken hill
Before the roads, before the names Before the fences crossed the plains Before our brief and restless days You were shaped by fire and raised
Now the evening gold comes slow Across the fields and scrub below And I am small, but not alone Beneath your ancient spine of stone
Oh, Mount Coonowrin, cut the sky Hold the last light burning high Basalt bones and shoulders green Oldest witness I have seen
Through the heat and through the rain You rise above the coastal plain Oh, Mount Coonowrin, standing still Time runs down your broken hill
Oh, Mount Coonowrin, dark and high Set against the endless sky Glass House country, wide and clear Twenty million years are here
As the sun sinks in the western blue The evening gathers over you Coonowrin, ancient, worn and wise Still holding up the fading skies
Coonowrin Coonowrin Still holding up the fading skies