Christy Moore The Diamondtina Drover
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.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus
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.
