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Diamond mountain Turf |
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Voices cry out, shells of houses White faced children, hungry eyes The cruel sea calls the unwilling traveler 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 to the mountain Come full circle at last, heaven, home