Diamonds - The Beautiful South

(Mike Greaves)

Little sister don't you cry

Lay your head down close your eyes

Your heart is aching

Mine is aching for you

Little sister don't you cry

Lay your head down close your eyes

And dream of when before young men

Looked at you

Diamonds always shine

You'll find true love again

The mud gets washed off with the rain

Diamonds always shine

Little sister look at me

Do you see the lines around my eyes

They trace the tracks of the tears

I cried inside

For a boy who loved me true

Who found somehow like you

He could not see the point

In going on

Diamonds always shine

You'll find true love again

The mud gets washed off with the rain

Diamonds always shine

Diamonds always shine