Over my body the shadows played
   It wasn't night and it wasn't day
   Counting something what have I found
   Thirty diamonds in my hand
  
   Thirty miles
   The world unfolds
   Thirty miles
   A pot of gold
  
   I often think of America
   I often dream of shooting a gun
   Thirty years I'm still a child
   Looking for something in a smile
  
   Thirty miles
   The world unfolds
   Thirty miles
   A pot of gold
  
   Listen here in my song
   Thirty miles won't be long
  
   Thirty diamonds
   Birds of fire
   Sparkle like the summer sky
   Thirty diamonds
   Thirty miles
   Looking for something in your smile
   I'm looking for something in your smile
   I'm looking for something