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    The Drover´s Ballad

    erschienen auf dem Soundtrack von "Australia"


    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.