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 drovings 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 drovings done
It seems like the sun comes up each morning