Michael Martin Murphey - The Drover Road to Amulree lyrics

[Verse 1] The wind pushed her herds on the wings of an ancient song That pa**es on rivers, and cattle and men And in the worst of the weather i slept on the heather Headed south on the old way from mountain to glim Before they laid down the steel rails and blocked off the cattle trails The hardships were plenty and the pleasures were few But he walked the hills so wild and free On the way to Amulree and he got what he could when the droving was through [Chorus] So come along then to small glim In the old inn on the river bend Out on the road where he wanted to be Fighting off to battle drovers driving their cattle On the drover road to Amulree [Verse 2] And he grew older and tired his life uninspired He'd wait for the black herds that never came by But it would not end in an old chair All alone or in despair that was no way for a driver to die They found him face down on the cold ground By the old road that lead from town Days pa**ed till they knew that he'd gone away Instead of sitting by the old stove they sent him out on his last drove And he died in the tracks of the long bygone days [Chorus] So come along then to small glim In the old inn on the river bend Out on the road where he wanted to be Fighting off to battle drovers driving their cattle On the drover road to Amulree On the drover road to Amulree