(Mike Greaves) Little sister don't you cry Lay your head down close your eyes Your heart is aching Mine is aching for you Little sister don't you cry Lay your head down close your eyes And dream of when before young men Looked at you Diamonds always shine You'll find true love again The mud gets washed off with the rain Diamonds always shine Little sister look at me Do you see the lines around my eyes They trace the tracks of the tears I cried inside For a boy who loved me true Who found somehow like you He could not see the point In going on Diamonds always shine You'll find true love again The mud gets washed off with the rain Diamonds always shine Diamonds always shine
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