"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."