The black soil plains

The line scorched and grey

The stock is lean and rough

Its another long and breathless day

And the rain wont come

And you just keep



Holding on to hope

Your spirits bent and broke

And all thats left is pride

To work this restless land

Takes the kind of man

Wholl give it one more try

Backing your faith and trust

In a handful of dust



A drum beats slow and eerie cross the plain

The heat haze dancing in the sun

When giving in goes against the grain

So you dont give in

And you just keep



Holding on to hope

Your spirits bent and broke

And all thats left is pride

To work this restless land

Takes the kind of man

Wholl give it one more try

Backing your faith and trust

In a handful of dust



Youve done all you can do

So howll you see it through



Youre holding on to hope

And your spirits broke

And all thats left is pride

To work this restless land

Takes the kind of man

Wholl give it one more try



Youre holding on to hope

Your spirits bent and broke

And all thats left is pride

To work this restless land

Takes the kind of man

Wholl give it one more try

Youre packing your faith and trust

In a handful of dust

Just a handful of dust

Just a handful of dust

Handful of dust

Just a handful of dust