| Peace And Love | 
| Tombstone | 
| (Jem Finer) | 
| The night is dark, the moon is full | 
| Across the blood red plain | 
| Every step and every breath | 
| Brings me nearer home | 
| The spirits watch me on my way | 
| They whisper on the wind | 
| And when the dawn lights up the sky | 
| I’ll see my land again | 
| A hot wind blows the scrub and dust | 
| across the barren land | 
| Trees stand bare like skeletons | 
| The mountains all torn down | 
| The water holes are dry as bones | 
| No birds are singing now | 
| And faraway a city stands | 
| Tombst | 
| Night Train to Lorca | 
| (Jem Finer) | 
| Across the dark and dusty plain | 
| Where scars of old dry rivers run | 
| Night unfolds, a coal black shroud | 
| Across the hard and stony ground | 
| Distant stars shining bright | 
| In the cavern of the night | 
| All is still and silence screams | 
| To the thunder of the Lorca train | 
| Flaming steal swift as wind | 
| Wires hum the rails ring | 
| Smokestack burning fiery sparks | 
| Rise up to the stars | 
| Towns asleep by empty roads | 
| Churches rise from crooked roofs | 
| Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs | 
| Grow smaller darker disappear | 
| See the moon so still and cold | 
| A million stars that shed no warmth | 
| Your nightmares all come out to play | 
| In the silver light | 
| Wait for sunrise in the east | 
| Long shadows crawl across the plain | 
| The ghosts of night will disappear | 
| And lay your fears to rest | 
| Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed | 
| The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled | 
| On tracks of iron, straight and cold | 
| The silver moonlight danced | 
| The flames are in the fireman’s eye | 
| Orange in the engines glow | 
| Gleaming pistons whirling cranks | 
| Wait for dawn the rooster’s crow |