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THE DROVERS (Keith Marsden) Oh I was a lad when I first saw the sight, The gathering of beasts and men. The cobs off the halter and dogs runnin' free, For the Drovers were on the road again. cho: Oh the droving days are done, And the drover's way is run. For there's railways laid and they've taken the trade, And the droving days are done. We cursed down the valleys, we cursed up the hills, We stumbled through marsh, bog and fen. Each year was the last but we knew in the spring, That the drovers were on the read again. For we had the freedom of high moor and fell No fences, nor walls bound us then, The meeting with old friends at farmstead or fair When the drovers were on the road again. But times are a-changing and farmers in greed Have cast out the proud drovin' men Our children will starve lest we find other work And the drovers are on the road again. I'm old and there's no place at hirings for me For who wants the bent broken men? I wish God would give back the days that we knew And the drovers were on the road again. Copyright Fellsongs @work @aging @nostalgia filename[ DROVERSS TUNE FILE: DROVERSS CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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