Another sundrenched morning the sun it shines so bright
I stand on the verandah and stare out at the blight
Where once there stood a garden and pasture grown with care
The dry has claimed it all I see nothing there.
The cattle stand staring pleading hunger in their eyes
The hayshed stands empty the dams have all gone dry
Most stock have been sold off some withered up and died
The rest struggle to live on beneath this cloudless sky
There’s rain up in the north I hear the people chorus
It may travel south we know not what’s before us
If only we could share I hear some hopefuls sigh
Have rain in equal measure rather than so bloody dry.
I’ve thought about the lonely path some men and women have taken
When all hope is forgotten, where all is sadly forsaken
The gun it was ready leaning up against the shed wall
The letter sadly written “I’m no use to you at all”.
But my family still need me there is hope still in their hearts
I couldn’t do it to them, we’ve never been apart
The dogs well know my struggle they stand here by my side
Faithful and steadfast doing all to make things right.
I come home into the kitchen spent and broken I there stand
Mumbling words heartbroken and then I feel her hand
She holds me close and sweetly she knows I feel cursed
But she loves me so completely in spite of all my worst.
There are those who offer help to all, succour for those in drought
Rural Aid and the like they’ll help a farmer out
We only need to reach out acknowledge all our pain
One day at a time my friends we’ll wait to feel the rain.
