كلمات Sierra Leone (I) - Chance in a Million

I found an object deep below the ground Chance in a million under rubbish town Where little barefoot children scratch around Fishing for treasure in the broken glass Dug around for years In darkness and in sweat Finding nothing yet until today, until today Billion years of waiting For me to come along Bigger than my hand, how can this be? Now I'm free But I won't sell this diamond I won't sell this diamond