Temple

In the temple we stop and pray
He doesn't listen any day
But in the desert clapping mulga sticks
His presence conjuring tricks

He dries our water holes
He takes a child away
He brings the burning sun
Then he is silent
Please oh please
Make it rain

This is the temple of delight
Helplessly we feed his appetite
This is the temple, the temple of sand
Why are you here, white man?

He dries our water holes
He takes a child away
He brings the burning sun
Then he is silent
Please please
Make it rain

In the city we try to pray
We build him houses where he won't stay
Pray my people give angry news
I’m singing to you, the desert blues

He dries our water holes
He takes a child away
He brings the burning sun
Then he is silent
Please please
Make it rain

1985