Let's hear it.

Yep.

[singing] First without hope, no reason or chance.

Like the wind blowing away the dust of the dance.

No footprints leaving traces back to country where life began.

A voice on the wind as it blows across the land.

We still miss you, Mum.

Pick up, pick up your guitar

Let's hear it.

Yep.

[singing] First without hope, no reason or chance.

Like the wind blowing away the dust of the dance.

No footprints leaving traces back to country where life began.

A voice on the wind as it blows across the land.

We still miss you, Mum.

Pick up, pick up your guitar