don't snoop around his claim.
Who knows what he's hiding,
or why he makes his stand.
Men like him are buried alive
with opals in their hands.
Well they say he came from
Lismore, but that's about all we know
He came for a weekend only,
Well he must have had money in the bank,
for he's found a lot more than potch
For every month he sends a cab
for another case of scotch
He's a dreamer, he's a drinker,
He's a schemer, he's a thinker,
He's gouging for the opal
Down below the leopard wood,
Flashes of dancing colour,
Mixes with black and you're
Diggin' until you're dead
Well, it's not about a fancy car,
They passed the hat for a swim
ming pool and built it in a flash
No, it's all about the opal,
You see a glimpse of heaven
And you're a dreamer, you're a drinker,
You're a schemer, you're a thinker,
You're gouging for the opal,
He's a dreamer, he's a drinker,
He's a schemer, he's a thinker,
He's gouging for the opal,