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 in your smile