The faces on the photographs are faded

And I can′t believe he looks so much like me

For it's been ten years today

Since I left for Old Cork Station

Saying "I won′t be back 'til the drovin's done"

For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina

And the drover finds it hard to change his mind

And the years have surely gone

Like the drays from Old Cork Station

And I won′t be back ′til the drovin's done

Well, it seems like the sun comes up each morning

It sets me up and takes it all away

For the dreaming by the light of the campfire at night

Ends with the burning by the day

And the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina

And the drover finds it hard to change his mind

And the years have surely gone

Like the drays from Old Cork Station

And I won′t be back 'til the drovin′s done

Sometimes I think I'll settle back in Sydney

But it′s been so long it's hard to change my mind

For the cattle trails go on and on, and fences roll forever

And I won't be back ′til the drovin′s done

For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina

And the drover finds it hard to change his mind

Well, the years have surely gone

Like the drays from Old Cork Station

And I won't be back ′til the drovin's done

For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina

And the drover finds it hard to change his mind

Well, the years have surely gone

Like the drays from Old Cork Station

And I won′t be back 'til the drovin′s done

Well, I won't be back 'til the drovin′s done