Wednesday, September 22, 2010



The faces in the photograph are faded.
And I can’t believe he looks so much like me.
For it’s been ten long years today.
Since I left for old cork station.
Saying, I wont back ‘till the droving’s done.

Chorus : * For the rain never falls on the dusty diamantina.
The drover finds it hard to change his mind..
For the years have surrely gone,
Like the drays from old cork station.
And I won’t be back ‘till droving’s done.

It seem like the sun comes up each morning.
Sets me up and then takes it all away.
For the dreaming by the light.
Of the campfire at night.
Ends with the burning light of the day.
.............Repeat Chorus :
I sometimes think I’ll settle back in Sydney.
But it’s been so long and it’s hard
to change your mind.
For the cattle trail goes on and
on and fences roll forever.
And I won’t be back when the droving’s done.
.............Repeat Chorus :

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