John Farnham, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser
The tale is told, of a mighty land
Great tempest ocean, shifting sand
Of an ancient lore, in tribal might
After an age, of harmony
Came a reign, based on greed
They say that all roads lead to Rome
But now it's changing
Now the time has come
So spare your heart, bare your breast
For the light that fades, into the west
Once more shall rise, as glory dawns
The tale is told, of a mighty land
Great tempest ocean, shifting sand
Of an ancient lore, in tribal might
After an age, of harmony
Came a reign, based on greed
They say that all roads lead to Rome
But now it's changing
Now the time has come
So spare your heart, bare your breast
For the light that fades, into the west
Once more shall rise, as glory dawns