Where the moon sinks low in the southern sky On the open plains, where the river runs dry Well, his feet are bare, bare and dusty brown And a hot wind blows over sacred ground And a new day breaks On the mountainside Reaching out, reaching out Over the great divide It's a long, long road Stretching out ahead Step by step, step by step Over the great divide On a dead end street in a border town Where the stray dog sleeps in the midday sun Now the headline news is old and worn The pages stained with blood and rain And cheap red wine And his skin is black The last of his tribe And he turns his back, turns his back On the great divide And a new day breaks On the mountainside Reaching out, reaching out Over the great divide Solid rock and burning sand Weathered by the hand of time Standing high above the storm Cutting deep against the grain And the years have come and gone Leaving all their scars behind Where the hills begin to climb There's a legend carved in stone And a new day breaks On the mountainside Reaching out, reaching out Over the great divide It's a long, long road Stretching out ahead Step by step, step by step Over the great divide And his skin is black The last of his tribe And he turns his back, turns his back On the great divide It's a long, long road That leads him home again Step by step, step by step