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.