Drovers' Road

It’s a drover’s road High up where ravens fly And soon I’ll lose my way And I won’t know It’s a drover’s road From days so long gone by When we knew who we were And where to go It’s a drover’s road It winds a hundred miles You’d sleep out in the open Calm and still You could trust a friend To keep a watch awhile Your cattle grazing Quiet on the hill Walk with me And you can leave that old dog be He does much better on his own Leave him be He’s a better man than me He likes to find his own way home On a drover’s road With the moon and misty stars We walked these hills Before this all began Before we gazed at screens Went shopping in our cars And a million houses Sprawled across the land Walk with me And you can leave that old dog be He does much better on his own Leave him be He’s a better man than me He likes to find his own way home