The Drover - Cosmograf

From the sunburnt plains of far off North Australia Came a fella born to ride the wide, brown land Oh, he grew up running wild But soon by all was styled As the country's greatest ever droving man Oh, his legend rode the winds from Broome to Darwin They loved and loathed him right from end to end When the drover gave his heart To a girl whose skin was dark From that day on he was no white man's friend So goes The Drover's story, you'll hear it near and far And in the end, it's all he'll ever own It says the outcast is a free man If he sleeps under the stars Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home Then they called him up to fight for Mother England In a far off war that spilled his brother's blood Inside the jaw's of hell Where both his brother's fell He just watched his faith in man die in the mud There was no hero's welcome for The Drover Just a country that had turned its back on him When he came home from the war His sick wife, they would not cure They let her die, for the colour of his skin So goes The Drover's story, you'll hear it near and far And in the end, it's all he'll ever own It says the outcast is a free man If he sleeps under the stars Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home The Drover is a man of constant shadows Haunted by his pain, his past and name For every mile he rides What he cannot hide Is the longing in his heart to love again So goes The Drover's story, you'll hear it near and far And in the end, it's all he'll ever own It says the outcast is a free man If he sleeps under the stars Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home His home