Diamond Mountain - Luka Bloom

Voices cry out, shells of houses

White-faced children, hungry eyes

The cruel sea calls the unwilling traveller

Who would look for the road to survival

Hold my hand a little longer

Take one last look out over the fields

To the reds and the browns of Diamond Mountain

Bring the smell and the sound to your station

I will be here when you need me

I will be here in the pouring rain

I will be here on Diamond Mountain

They bring their song line to Australia

Scattering magical airs, cities, towns

The dreaming road to Diamond Mountain

An ordinary wonder on the heather ground

Hold my hand a little longer

Take one last look out over the fields

To the reds and the browns of Diamond Mountain

Bring the smell and the sound to your station

He kisses his love, Diamond Mountain

The mad wind whistles, bushes, stones

Like two March swallows back on the mountain

Come full circle at last, heaven is home