The Drover Road To Amulree

(album: High Stakes - 2016)

The wind pushed her herds on the wings of an ancient song
That passes on rivers, and cattle and men
And in the worst of the weather I slept on the heather
Headed south on the old way from mountain to glim
Before they laid down the steel rails and blocked off the cattle trails
The hardships were plenty and the pleasures were few
But he walked the hills so wild and free
On the way to Amulree and he got what he could when the droving was through

So come along then to small glim
In the old inn on the river bend
Out on the road where he wanted to be
Fighting off to battle drovers driving their cattle
On the drover road to Amulree

And he grew older and tired his life uninspired
He'd wait for the black herds that never came by
But it would not end in an old chair
All alone or in despair that was no way for a driver to die
They found him face down on the cold ground
By the old road that lead from town
Days passed till they knew that he'd gone away
Instead of sitting by the old stove they sent him out on his last drove
And he died in the tracks of the long bygone days

So come along then to small glim
In the old inn on the river bend
Out on the road where he wanted to be
Fighting off to battle drovers driving their cattle
On the drover road to Amulree
On the drover road to Amulree