Gather round people
Let me tell you a story
An eight year long story
Of power and pride
British Lord Vestey
And Vincent Lingiarri
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
From little things
Big things grow
From little things
Big things grow
Gurindji were working
For nothing but rations
Where once they had
Gathered the wealth
Of the land
Daily the pressure
Got tighter and tighter
Gurindji decided
They must makeA
stand
They picked up
Their swags and
Started off walking
At Wattle 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
From little things
Big things grow
From little things
Big things grow
Vestey man said
I'll dou ble your wages
Eighteen quid a week
You'll have in
Your hand
Vincent said uh uh
We're not talking
About wages
We're sitting right here
Till we get our land
Vestey man roared and
Vestey man thundered
You don't stand
The chance of a
Cinder in snow
Vince said if we fall
Others are rising
From little things
Big things grow
From little things
Big things grow
Then Vincent Lingiarri
Boarded an aeroplane
Landed in Sydney
Big city of lights
And daily he went round
Softly speaking his story
To all kinds of men
From all walks of life
And Vincent sat down
With big politicians
This affair they told him
It's a matter of state
Let us sort it out
Your people are hungry
Vincent said no thanks
We know how to wait
From little things
Big things grow
From little things
Big things grow
Then Vincent Lingiarri
returned in an aeroplane
Back to his COLl ntry
Once more to sit down
And he told his people
Let the stars
Keep on
Turning
We have friends
In the south
In the cities
And towns
Eight years went by
Eight long years
Of waiting
Till one dayA
tall stranger
Appeared
In the land
And he came
With lawyers
And he came
With great
ceremony
And through
Vincent's fingers
poured a
handful of sand
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
That was the story
of Vincent Lingairri
But this is the story
of something
much more
How power and privilege
can not move a people
Who know where
they stand and stand
in the law
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow
From little things
big things grow