The Diamontina Drover - Christy Moore

The faces in the photographs are fading

I can’t believe he looks so much like me

For its been ten long years today since I left for old Cork Station

And I won’t be back till the drove is done

For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina

The 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 till the drove is done

It seems like the sun comes up each morning

Sets me up then takes it all away

Dreaming by the light of the campfire at night

Ends with the early light of the day

I sometimes think I’ll settle back in Sydney

It’s been so long and it’s hard to change your mind

For the cattle trail rolls on and on, the fences last forever

And I won’t be back when the drove is done