Tjilpi Bob Randall - My Brown Skin Baby

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My Brown Skin Baby

Ya-weh, ya-weh 
My brown skin baby they take him away

As a young preacher I used to ride
My quiet pony round the country side
In the native camp I'll never forget
A young black mother, her cheeks all wet

Ya-weh, ya-weh
My brown skin baby they take him away

Between her sobs I heard her say
Police been take’em my baby away
From white man, boss, the baby I had
Why he let ‘em take baby away?

Ya-weh, ya-weh
My brown skin baby they take him away

To a children's home a baby came
With new clothes on and a new name
Day and night he would always say
Oh mummy, mummy why they take me away?

Ya-weh, ya-weh
My brown skin baby they take him away

The child grew up and had to go
From a mission home that he loved so
To find his mother he tried in vain
Upon this earth they never met again

Ya-weh, ya-weh
My brown skin baby they take him away.