The Great Divide Testo

THE GREAT DIVIDE (I. Davies)----------------------------Where the moon sinks low in the southern skyOn the open plains, where the river runs dryWell, his feet are bare, bare and dusty brownAnd a hot wind blows over sacred groundAnd a new day brekasOn the mountainsideReaching out, reaching outOver the great divideIt?s a long, long roadStretching out aheadStep by step, step by stepOver the great divideOn a dead end street in a border townWhere the stray dog sleeps in the midday sunNow the headline news is old and wornThe pages stained with blood and rain,And cheap red wineAnd his skin is blackThe last of his tribeAnd he turns his back, turns his backOn the great divideAnd a new day breaksOn the mountainsideReaching out, reaching outOver the great divideSolid rock and burning sandWeathered by the hand of timeStanding high above the stormCutting deep against the grainAnd the years have come and goneLeaving all their scars behindWhere the hills begin to climbThere?s a legend carved in stoneAnd a new day breaksOn the mountainsideReaching out, reaching outOver the great divideIt?s a long, long roadStretching out aheadStep by step, step by stepOver the great divideAnd his skin is blackThe last of his tribeAnd he turns his back, turns his backOn the great divideIt?s a long, long roadThat leads him home againStep by step, step by stepOver the great divideHarbour Town (Iva Davies)Well, you can see these peopleAt the end of every working dayDown at the local barOr maybe hanging out in some dark caféDown on the waterfrontAs the big grey boats come steaming on homeIt?s anybody?s guessWhere the night begins and the party endsHe says, "come on, baby, take a hold of my hand?cause it?s Saturday night in the Harbour TownAnd the city lights up when the sun goes downIt?s Saturday night in the Harbour Town"And anywhere you lookThere?s a smooth operator just playing the gameGot the blue jeans, baby,His hands in his pockets and the same old linesLooking for a good timeWaiting ?til the ship comes inHe says, "come on, baby, take a hold of my hand?cause it?s Saturday night in the Harbour TownAnd the city lights up when the sun goes downIt?s Saturday night in the Harbour Town"On the corner of the street where it meets the laneThere?s a message on the wall near the telephoneIt says, "honey, you can call...call me anytime..."He says, "come on, baby, take a hold of my hand?cause it?s Saturday night in the Harbour TownAnd the city lights up when the sun goes downIt?s Saturday night in the Harbour Town"Knockin ?Em Down (Iva Davies)Well, there?s no way out of MarrickvilleFor the son of the hard working manWhere the punk who has the muscleIs the leader of the local gangWell, there?s ain?t no time for discussionAnd there ain?t no time to wasteYou just take him on single handedYou just push him, ?til it breaksHe said, "hey, that?s alrightI can take it for one more roundYou can give me your best shot, babyBut the boy keeps knockin ?em down..."So he grew up wild and recklessAnd he grew up quick and mean?til an enterprising gentlemanPut his talents in the ringHe said, "boy, you?re just a renegadeYou got no place left to hide"I can make you fame and fortuneMaybe champion of the world..."He said, "hey, that?s alrightI can take it for one more roundYou can give me your best shot, babyBut the boy keeps knockin ?em down..."He said, "hey, that?s alrightI can stand here and hold my groundYou can give me your best shot, babyBut the boy keeps knockin ?em down..."Well, there?s blood on the canvas and leatherAnd he learned his lesson wellBut the boy keeps swingin? those punches?til he hears that final bellHe said, "hey, that?s alrightI can take it for one more roundYou can give me your best shot, babyBut the boy keeps knockin ?em down..."He said, "hey, that?s alrightI can stand here and hold my groundYou can give me your best shot, babyBut the boy keeps knockin ?em down..."He said, "hey, that?s alrightYou can give me your best shot, babyBut the boy, hey!But the boy keeps knockin ?em down..."