Last Summer Tracks In The Dust

D G D These aren't tears upon my face D G A Just tracks in the dust I can't erase G D A Em Bm The black leaves were falling all around my home G A And then the red sun brought the dawn D G D We'd been in drought round here for years D G A Though we never surrendered to our fears G D A Em Bm The creeks had dried up and my crops were brown G A And then the smoke clouds ringed our town Em G D A Last summer I watched in vain as my country burned Em G D A And the winds from the western plains made the red dust churn G D Bm Em And I'll never forget the sound of those raging fires G D A As the flames rose higher in the night D G D If these skies could only cry D G A Like the tears that are falling from your eyes G D A Em Bm Would it make the rivers run again G A Or just bring blood red rain D G D But now the thunder drums the plains D G A And the paddocks turn green under the rain G D A Em Bm But how do we remember those who sacrificed G A All that anyone can pay? Em G D A Last summer I watched in pain as the storms rolled in Em G D A As the winds from the ocean brought the rains again G D Bm Em And I couldn’t comfort my children's cries G A As the lightning cracked across the skies D G D In the ashes of my home I stand D G A Sifting broken memories through my hands G D A Em Bm And shattered dreams about a wide brown land G A Whose terror has stolen all my plans D G D From fire to floods our country turns D G A It's a pattern we never seem to learn G D A Em Bm The brutal lessons that this ancient land G A Fails to make us understand Em G D A Last summer I watched again while our leaders spurned Em G D A All the facts and the wisdom that they should have learned G D A Em Bm So why should we listen as they try to pacify G A The fears their ignorance derived D G D Well these are tears upon my face D G A They're cracks in my soul I can't erase G D A Em Bm I used to have a future but now my home is gone G Em G D And still the red sun brings the dawn Chorus 4 Em G D A Last summer I watched in vain as my country burned Em G D A And the winds from the western plains made the red dust churn G D Bm Em But will we understand when the next droughts rise G Em G D That we're building a road to our demise.