| Song | Diamond Mountain - Live |
| Artist | Luka Bloom |
| Album | Amsterdam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 |
| zuo ci : Bloom | |
| Voices cry out, shells of houses | |
| Whitefaced 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 |
| zuò cí : Bloom | |
| Voices cry out, shells of houses | |
| Whitefaced 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 |