Bone-digger-bone, digger
N.C.
I am the child of many countries
Many changing lands
Many shifting sands
I am the fruit of several trees
Being born to man
By a million hands
Playing do what you can
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
N.C.
My story sung by a thousand tongues
I'm a braided stream
I'm a waking dream
I am the breath of a thousand lungs
Where the mountains gleam
And the marsh is deep
In the old regime
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
N.C.
Post-Chorus
You're the change in the weather
You're the wing to my feather
At the end of my tether
E * F * G *
I am the tale with a million men
From an empty throne
To a conflict zone
On the turn of a word in your defense
When your cover?s blown
And the birds have flown
And your fate?s unknown
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
Bone-digger-bone, digger
N.C.
Post-Chorus
You're the change in the weather
You're the wing to my feather
Oh, at the end of my tether
E * F * G *
Diggerbone
Diggerbone
N.C.