Luka Bloom - Diamond mountain

Voices cry ^Dout, ^G shells of h^Aouses White faced c^Dhildren,^G hungry ey^Aes The cruel s^Dea calls ^G to the unwilling tr^Aaveller Who would look for the ^Droad ^Gto survi^Aval

Hold my ha^Dnd ^G a little lon^Ager Take one last l^Dook out ^G over the fi^Aelds To the reds and the bro^Dwns ^Gof diamond mo^Auntain Bring the smell and the so^Dund ^Gto your ^Astation

I will be here ^{D A G} when you n^Aeed me I will be here ^{D A G} in the pouring^A rain I will be here ^{D A G} on diamond ^Amountain

They bring their s^Dong line ^G to Austr^Aalia Scattering m^Dagical airs ^G cities to^Awns The dreaming ro^Dad ^G to diamond m^Aountain An ordinary w^Donder ^G on the heather ^Aground

He kisses his l^Dove ^G on diamond m^Aountain The mad wind w^Dhistles ^G bushes s^Atones Like two March swa^Dllows ^G back on thr m^Aountain Come full c^Dircle at last ^G heaven, h^Aome