Push for PORTER

The faces in the photographs are fading
And 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 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 then takes it all away
For the dreaming by the light
Of the campfire at night
Ends with the early light of the day.

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 goes on and on,
The fences roll forever
And I won't be back when the drovin's done.