@migu music@

Where the moon sinks low in the southern sky

On the open plains, where the river runs dry

Well, his feet are bare, bare and dusty brown

And a hot wind blows over sacred ground

And a new day breaks

On the mountainside

Reaching out, reaching out

Over the great divide

It's a long, long road

Stretching out ahead

Step by step, step by step

Over the great divide

On a dead end street in a border town

Where the stray dog sleeps in the midday sun

Now the headline news is old and worn

The pages stained with blood and rain,

And cheap red wine

And his skin is black

The last of his tribe

And he turns his back, turns his back

On the great divide

And a new day breaks

On the mountainside

Reaching out, reaching out

Over the great divide

Solid rock and burning sand

Weathered by the hand of time

Standing high above the storm

Cutting deep against the grain

And the years have come and gone

Leaving all their scars behind

Where the hills begin to climb

There's a legend carved in stone

And a new day breaks

On the mountainside

Reaching out, reaching out

Over the great divide

It's a long, long road

Stretching out ahead

Step by step, step by step

Over the great divide

And his skin is black

The last of his tribe

And he turns his back, turns his back

On the great divide

It's a long, long road

That leads him home again

Step by step, step by step