Oh, hushed are the voices, and grey are the skies, And many the teardrops fall from dark-saddened eyes.
And many fair brothers will stand without heads, For the message came this morning, Namajira is dead.
Oh, the stairs that Namajira climbed are to the Hall of Fame, And there he left upon its walls a true Australian name.
His paintings out of God's own country, where its people claim, The stairs that Namajira climbed are to the Hall of Fame.
The Golden Stairs of Fame.
Among our great artists and heroes of fame, We'll always remember and honour his name.
He painted this country for the whole world to see,
He painted this country for the whole world to see,
He painted Australia just as it should be.
Oh, the stairs that Namajira climbed are to the Hall of Fame, And there he left upon its walls a true Australian name.
His paintings out of God's own country, where its people claim,
The stairs that Namajira climbed are to the Hall of Fame, And there he left upon its walls a true Australian name.
Namajira 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 Namajira shook the hand of the Queen.
For Australia's dark sons, no prouder have they been, Than the day that Namajira shook the hand of the Queen.




That he loves so well
He's sleeping
Neath the flowers
In the land
Of his fathers
That is his
And is ours
Oh the stairs
That Namajira climbed
Are to the hall of fame
And there he left
Upon its walls
A true Australian name
His paintings
Out of God's own country
Where its people claim
The stairs that Namajira climbed
Are to the hall of fame
The golden stairs of fame