| Voices cry out, shells of houses
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| White-faced children, hungry eyes
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| The cruel sea calls the unwilling traveller
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| Who would look for the road to survival
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| Hold my hand a little longer
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| Take one last look out over the fields
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| To the reds and the browns of Diamond Mountain
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| Bring the smell and the sound to your station
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| I will be here when you need me
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| I will be here in the pouring rain
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| I will be here on Diamond Mountain
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| They bring their song line to Australia
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| Scattering magical airs, cities, towns
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| The dreaming road to Diamond Mountain
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| An ordinary wonder on the heather ground
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| Hold my hand a little longer
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| Take one last look out over the fields
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| To the reds and the browns of Diamond Mountain
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| Bring the smell and the sound to your station
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| He kisses his love, Diamond Mountain
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| The mad wind whistles, bushes, stones
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| Like two March swallows back on the mountain
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| Come full circle at last, heaven is home |