Diamantina Drover

Updated Fri Apr 20, 2018 - 06:23 The faces in the photograph are faded 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 won’t be back til the droving’s done”

Chorus For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina A drover finds it hard to change his mind For the years have surely gone, like the drays from Old Cork Station And I won’t be back til the droving’s done

It seems like the sun comes up each morning Sets me up and then takes it all away For the dreaming by the light of campfire at evening Ends with the burning light of day

Chorus

Sometimes I think I’ll settle back in Sydney But it’s been so long 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

– Hugh McDonald