Lyrics The Measure of a Man - Colin Buchanan

The autumn sun
Warmed the sand
Of the river running dry
And around the gums
Dads and mums
Lay with dogs
Under open skies
And let the days slip by ...

The measure of a man isn't found
In the dollars in his pocket
Or in where he lives in town
It's what lies deep within
Past the colour of his skin
When we look there we begin to understand
The measure of a man

They gave the land
This bed of sand
To the ones who now reside
But can rocks and earth
Restore their worth?
Their hope? Their lives? Their pride?
So many broken years have slipped by ...

The measure of a man isn't found
In the dollars in his pocket
Or in where he lives in town
It's what lies deep within
Past the colour of his skin
When we look there we begin to understand
The measure of a man

I've heard the tales
They say are true
Of the waste and the abuse
As I live my life
With my kids, my wife
In a world just so removed
Who can resolve the two?

The measure of a man isn't found
In the dollars in his pocket
Or in where he lives in town
It's what lies deep within
Past the colour of his skin
When we look there we begin to understand
The measure of a man