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Out There At White Cliffs

Well I dig for opal but the heat is getting to me

And the wind blows strong and it doesnt rain you see
Out here at Whitecliffs theres not a tree in sight
Living in a dugout working all thru the night

Well I’m down below where the air is cooler to be
Yes I work all night and sleep thru the day you see
Out here at Whitecliffs the heat beating off the ground
Listening to the silence not a breath around

Well the flies are bad there’s no getting away from them
And I’m down below following that opal seam
Out here at Whitecliffs watching the shooters lights
Travelling over the plains all thru the night

Well the drillers standing by their rigs all day
Cursing the flies and heat that wont go away
Out here at Whitecliffs drilling thru that hard packed clay
Watching for the colour standing near their rigs all day

Yes my pick in hand and I’m heading below
Where I lay on my side and work that pick in slow
Out here at Whitecliffs Its A darned hard life
Digging in the hard packed clay till the early night

Out There At White Cliffs

robert murray

Pialba, Australia

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I spent some time at White Cliffs opal field in the late 70’s and ended up writing this song about it and also put it out on CD with a heap of others

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