Slim Dusty Namatjira Lyrics

Oh, hushed are the voices and grey are the skies,
And many the teardrops fall from dark and saddened
eyes.
And many fair brothers will stand with bowed head.
For the message came this morning, Namatjira is dead.

Oh, the stairs that Namatjira climbed are to the Hall
of Fame,
And there he left upon its wall a true Australian name.
His paintings are of God's own country where it's
people claim,
The stairs that Namatjira climbed are to the Hall of
Fame,
The Golden Stairs of Fame.

Among our great artists and heros of fame,
We'll always remember and honour his name.
He painted this country for the whole world to see,
He painted Australia just as it should be.

Oh, the stairs that Namatjira climbed are to the Hall
of Fame, And there he left upon its wall a true Australian name.
His paintings are of God's own country where it's
people claim,
The stairs that Namatjira climbed are to the Hall of
Fame,
The Golden Stairs of Fame.

For Australia's dark sons, no prouder have they been
Than the day that Namatjira shook the hand of the
Queen.
Near the home that he loved so well he's sleeping
'neath the flowers
In the land of his Fathers that is his and ours.

Oh, the stairs that Namatjira climbed are to the Hall
of Fame,
And there he left upon its wall a true Australian name.
His paintings are of God's own country where it's
people claim
The stairs that Namatjira climbed are to the Hall of
Fame,
The Golden Stairs of Fame.