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