《Ballad Of The Drover(1996 Digital Remaster)》歌词

[00:00:00] Ballad Of The Drover - Slim Dusty

[00:00:01] Written by：Slim Dusty/Henry Lawson

[00:00:08] Across the stony ridges

[00:00:10] Across the rolling plain's

[00:00:13] Young Harry dale the drover

[00:00:15] Comes riding home again

[00:00:19] And well his stock horse bears him

[00:00:21] And light of heart is he

[00:00:24] And stoutly his old pack horse

[00:00:26] Is trotting by his knee

[00:00:30] Up queensland way with cattle

[00:00:32] He travelled regions vast

[00:00:35] And many months have vanished

[00:00:37] Since home folk saw him last

[00:00:41] He hums a song of someone

[00:00:43] He hopes to marry soon

[00:00:46] And hobble chains

[00:00:47] And camp ware

[00:00:48] Keep jingling to the tune

[00:00:52] Beyond the hazy dado

[00:00:54] Against the lower skies

[00:00:57] And yon blue line of ranges

[00:00:59] The station homestead lies

[00:01:03] Thitherward the drover

[00:01:05] Jogs through the lazy noon

[00:01:08] While hobble chains and camp ware

[00:01:10] Keep jingling to the tune

[00:01:21] An hour has filled the heavens

[00:01:23] With storm clouds inky black

[00:01:26] At times the lightning trickles

[00:01:28] Around the drover's track

[00:01:32] But Harry pushes onward

[00:01:34] His horses' strength he tries

[00:01:37] In hope to reach the river

[00:01:39] Before the flood shall rise

[00:01:43] The thunder stealing o'er him

[00:01:45] Goes rolling down the plain

[00:01:48] And squid on thirsty pastures

[00:01:50] Make's past the flashing rain

[00:01:54] And every creek and gully

[00:01:56] Sends forth it's trival flood

[00:01:58] The river runs with anger

[00:02:01] All stained with yellow mud

[00:02:04] Now Harry speaks to rover

[00:02:07] The best dog on the plains

[00:02:09] And to his hardy horses

[00:02:12] He strokes their shaggy manes

[00:02:15] We've breasted bigger rivers

[00:02:18] When floods were at their height

[00:02:20] Nor shall this gutter stop us

[00:02:22] From getting home tonight

[00:02:33] The thunder growls a warning

[00:02:36] The blue fork ligthning gleans

[00:02:38] The drover turns his horses

[00:02:40] To swim the fatal creek

[00:02:44] But oh the flood runs stronger

[00:02:46] Than e'er it ran before

[00:02:49] The saddle horse is failing

[00:02:51] And only half way o'er

[00:02:55] When flashes next the lightning

[00:02:57] The flood's grey breast is blank

[00:03:00] And a cattle dog and pack horse

[00:03:02] Are struggling up the bank

[00:03:06] But in the lonely homestead

[00:03:08] The girl shall wait in vain

[00:03:10] He'll never pass the stations

[00:03:13] In charge of stock again

[00:03:16] The faithful dog a moment

[00:03:19] Lies panting on the bank

[00:03:21] And then pluges through the current

[00:03:24] To where his master sank

[00:03:27] And round and round in circles

[00:03:30] He fights with failing strength

[00:03:32] Till ripped by wilder waters

[00:03:34] He fails and sinks at length

[00:03:37] O'er 'cross the flooded lowlands

[00:03:40] And slopes of sodden loam

[00:03:43] The pack horse struggles bravely

[00:03:45] To take dumb tidings home

[00:03:49] And mud stained wet and weary

[00:03:51] He goes by rock and tree

[00:03:54] With flagon chains and tinware

[00:03:56] All sounding eerily