The Last Of The Diggers



Who will march for peace

Now that the last of the diggers has gone

All those who were released

From Sulva Bay and from the Somme

The Mallee is whipped by sand

A great new silence blankets the land

We sure need the Stone Age

In the coming century



Who will feed the poor

Now that the Saint of the gutters is gone

Who will hear the call

You lately come or native born

For the touch of the Master's hand

The eye of the Master still watches the lamb

We sure need the Stone Age

In the coming century



The last of the diggers

The last of the diggers

The last of the diggers

The last of the diggers has won 



Who gets sent to war

Who'll lose a child to a foreign coast

Who will leave our shore

And come home rattling like a ghost

This country can be cruel

It'll leave you with scars that never heal

We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century

Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century



The last of the diggers

The last of the diggers

The last of the diggers

The last of the diggers has won 



(Rob Hirst - Midnight Oil)