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