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
