Lyrics: Emma Councillor
Music: Michael Meagher/Rory McDougal/Simon Mavin/Thomas Martin/Justin Marshall
Seven o’clock in the morning
That train would roll in
A country-link from Macksville
Looking for my nannas pink skirt and brown skin
Daddy would take my brother and me
And we'd start running
Up the platform through the people
Scream when called her name
Standing there with a pillow case and a few things for the weekend
Was our Nanna, was our Nanna
Mumma tell me them stories
‘Bout when you were young
‘Bout how are we all connected
Whos name do we carry and who’s my blood
See I've been thinking ‘bout Nanna
And her Dhangatti ways
Up Tarooka and Turners Flat
Fishing out in the rain
Standing there patiently waiting
With a bobby cork and fish jumping
Was our Nanna, was our Nanna
Now I’ve got my daughter
Standing strong like a Jirriga tree
See I’ve been Passing on these stories
Passing on my mother’s knowledge and Nanna’s things
If there is one thing I can teach her
One thing I want to know
Remember where she came from
A long line of blood so strong
These few words I’ll remind her
That always came from my mother and from my Nanna, from my Nanna