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 won't be back 'till the droving's 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 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 the campfire at night
Ends with the burning light of day
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 roam forever
And I won't be back when the droving's done.
The Drover is a story about the loss of innocence, a yearning to return to a place and time when life was simple. I moved from a small country town to the city when I was seventeen. Perhaps the song is a metaphor. - HM
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 won't be back 'till the droving's 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 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 the campfire at night
Ends with the burning light of day
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 roam forever
And I won't be back when the droving's done.
The Drover is a story about the loss of innocence, a yearning to return to a place and time when life was simple. I moved from a small country town to the city when I was seventeen. Perhaps the song is a metaphor. - HM