Bellingen song

Flow down the river,
Hmmm, purple haze.
Flow down the river.
Here is where I'll spend my days.

The rockets' red glare will not touch me,
And I will become pure and free.
I will kiss this green land as my country
An ancestor, I will be.

And the sting of the city won't hurt me
I will fly with the black cockatoo
And the song of my youth won't desert me
And my vision will stay strong and true.

I'm in Bellingen
I'm in Bellingen
I'm an ancestor
Strong and true.

In the flood, and in the bright dawning
Around my strong fire and the dew
I will breathe in the mist of the morning
And my vision will stay strong and true.

I am Bellingen
I am Bellingen
I'm an ancestor
Strong and true.