Another themed concert that Phil Beck and I presented was entitled 'A Sense of Place'. It included several songs that may be of interest in this context.

This one, relating to the red centre, is by a Scot.

SINGING LAND
(Dougie Maclean)

Your burning skies are never ending across your red brush plains
Out where the dingo still is king and eternity remains
There between the old and ancient desert oasis bright
Your gentle children who have gone are close to me tonight

Chorus:
In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on, oh shine on over me

There's a feeling still and eerie, there's a feeling strong
The path humanity has come and the path that he has gone
Me I am, I am just passing, three score years and ten
And I'm just a stranger who may never come this way again

Chorus

Under the spell of caterpillar dreaming a new light shapes its form
Along the river's naked banks which are straining from the storm
On secret rock in thunder ocean the tree of man grows clear
The woodlarks sing, the woodlarks dance and the dawn is slipping near

Chorus

Youtube clip

Phi's intro:

'The Singing Land' is set in the MacDonnell Ranges out of the Alice Springs. The red centre of Australia is a place of quiet almost mystical vastness where, as yet, man has made little impact. It’s magnificent ancient country, a vision splendid in any and every direction. The song captures perfectly the timelessness of this place of Aboriginal dreaming. The three score years and ten conventionally allotted to we mortals is as nothing to the ancient Country that is just there and has been so forever, seeming to mock the utter insignificance of man. The melody too fits perfectly with the tranquillity of the red centre: it’s in sync with the rhythm of the land which is slow, and natural change will take its own good time.

--Stewie.