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
  Over the great divide
  Harbour Town (Iva Davies)
  
  Well, you can see these people
  At the end of every working day
  Down at the local bar
  Or maybe hanging out in some dark café
  Down on the waterfront
  As the big grey boats come steaming on home
  It’s anybody’s guess
  Where the night begins and the party ends
  
  He says, "come on, baby, take a hold of my hand
  ‘cause it’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town
  And the city lights up when the sun goes down
  It’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town"
  
  And anywhere you look
  There’s a smooth operator just playing the game
  Got the blue jeans, baby,
  His hands in his pockets and the same old lines
  Looking for a good time
  Waiting ‘til the ship comes in
  
  He says, "come on, baby, take a hold of my hand
  ‘cause it’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town
  And the city lights up when the sun goes down
  It’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town"
  
  On the corner of the street where it meets the lane
  There’s a message on the wall near the telephone
  It 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 Town
  And the city lights up when the sun goes down
  It’s Saturday night in the Harbour Town"
  Knockin ‘Em Down (Iva Davies)
  
  Well, there’s no way out of Marrickville
  For the son of the hard working man
  Where the punk who has the muscle
  Is the leader of the local gang
  Well, there’s ain’t no time for discussion
  And there ain’t no time to waste
  You just take him on single handed
  You just push him, ‘til it breaks
  
  He said, "hey, that’s alright
  I can take it for one more round
  You can give me your best shot, baby
  But the boy keeps knockin ‘em down..."
  
  So he grew up wild and reckless
  And he grew up quick and mean
  ‘til an enterprising gentleman
  Put his talents in the ring
  He said, "boy, you’re just a renegade
  You got no place left to hide"
  I can make you fame and fortune
  Maybe champion of the world..."
  
  He said, "hey, that’s alright
  I can take it for one more round
  You can give me your best shot, baby
  But the boy keeps knockin ‘em down..."
  He said, "hey, that’s alright
  I can stand here and hold my ground
  You can give me your best shot, baby
  But the boy keeps knockin ‘em down..."
  
  Well, there’s blood on the canvas and leather
  And he learned his lesson well
  But the boy keeps swingin’ those punches
  ‘til he hears that final bell
  
  He said, "hey, that’s alright
  I can take it for one more round
  You can give me your best shot, baby
  But the boy keeps knockin ‘em down..."
  He said, "hey, that’s alright
  I can stand here and hold my ground
  You can give me your best shot, baby
  But the boy keeps knockin ‘em down..."
  He said, "hey, that’s alright
  You can give me your best shot, baby
  But the boy, hey!
  But the boy keeps knockin ‘em down..."