Lyrics:

E. Broughton-Unitt

All I want is a piece of my own
A lot of land and some sticks
To build a home
Don't mind the dust
And the cactus he don't kill
In the morning I will drink my fill
Big black eagle heavy in the sky
I will teach my children
The white dove she don't fight
There might be no water
I will build a dam
I will have a woman
You will have a man
All I want is a place of my own
A part of you and the heart
To build a home