Don't ask any questions,
don't snoop around his claim.
He'll be out with a dog
and a shotgun.
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,
twenty years ago
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,
a bull and in a hole
He's a schemer, he's a thinker,
he's a lonely soul
He's gouging for the opal
like a wombat or a mole
Way out there at
Lightning
Ridge
Down below the leopard wood,
below the bimble box
Get your thrill on
Lunatic
Hill
Flashes of dancing colour,
green and gold and red
Mixes with black and you're
on your back
Diggin' until you're dead
Well, it's not about a fancy car,
it's not about the cash
They passed the hat for a swim
ming pool and built it in a flash
No, it's all about the opal,
you get it in your eye
You see a glimpse of heaven
with an gels in the sky
And you're a dreamer, you're a drinker,
a bull ant in a hole
You're a schemer, you're a thinker,
You're a lonely soul,
You're gouging for the opal,
Like a wombat or a mole,
Way out there at
Lightning
Ridge,
He's a dreamer, he's a drinker,
A bull and in a hole,
He's a schemer, he's a thinker,
He's a lonely soul,
He's gouging for the opal,
Like a wombat or a mole
Way out there at
Lightning
Ridge
Way out there at
Lightning
Ridge
you