Diamonds in the Mine - Leonard Cohen

The woman in blue, she’s asking for revenge

The man in white -- that’s you -- says he has no friends

The river is swollen up with rusty cans

And the trees are burning in your promised land

And there are no letters in the mailbox

And there are no grapes upon the vine

And there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore

And there are no diamonds in the mine

Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb

You say you’re kind of restless now and it’s on account of him

Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night

He was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight

And there are no letters in the mailbox

And there are no grapes upon the vine

And there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore

And there are no diamonds in the mine

Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch

Some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch

And the only man of energy, yes the revolution’s pride

He trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child

And there are no letters in the mailbox

Oh no, there are no grapes upon your vine

And there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore

And there are no diamonds in your mine

And there are no letters in the mailbox

And there are no grapes upon the vine

And there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore

And there are no diamonds in your mine

That’s all I got to say