One, two, three, four
Bone-digger-bone, digger
Diggerbone
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
Diggerbone
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
Diggerbone
You're the change in the weather
You're the wing to my feather
At the end of my tether
You piece me together
Diggerbone
I am the tale with a million men
From an empty throne
To a conflict zone
On the turn of a word in your defence
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
Diggerbone
You're the change in the weather
You're the wing to my feather
Oh, at the end of my tether
You piece me together
Diggerbone
Diggerbone
Diggerbone
