Hugh McDonald diamantina drover

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The faces in the photograph have 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
Sayin' I won't be back till the drovin'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 drovin's done
Seems like the sun comes up each mornin'
Sets me up and then takes it all away
For the dreaming by the light
Of the camp fire at night
Ends with the burning night and 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 drovin's done
Sometimes I think I'll settle back in Sydney
But it's been so long and it's hard to change my mind
For the cattle trail goes on and on
The fences roll forever
And I won't be back till the drovin'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 drovin'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 when the drovin's done

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