The faces in the photographs 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 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
It seems like the sun comes up each morning
Sets me up and then takes it all away
For the dreaming by the light of the campfire at night
Blends with the burning light of day
For the rain never falls on the Dusty Diamtina
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
I sometimes think I'll settle back in Sydney
But it's been so long and it's hard to change your mind
For the cattle trays go on and on and the fences roll forever
And I won't be back 'till the drovin's done
For the rain never falls on the Dusty Diamtina
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