The faces in the photographs are fading,
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 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.
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.
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.
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.