The faces in the photographs are faded 

And I can't believe he looks so much like me 

For it's been ten long years today 

Since I left for old Cork Station 

Saying 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 and then takes it all away 

For the dreaming by the light of the campfire at night 

Blends with the burning light of day. 



For the rain never falls on the Dusty Diamtina 

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. 



I sometimes think I'll settle back in Sydney 

But it's been so long and it's hard to change your mind 

For the cattle trays go on and on and the fences roll forever 

And I won't be back 'till the drovin's done. 



For the rain never falls on the Dusty Diamtina 

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.