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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
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
