If you could see beyond the highest mountain top
There is a dusty plain and a half mile drop
Without Binoculars the land looks bare
But I swear to something moving out there
Away in the distance a man on a horse
Against the wind a powerful force
Riding the range and moving those cows
He is so dam good, makes it easy somehow
He seems like a drifter, so wild and free
Driving forward towards his destiny
Only stopping briefly to eat and rest
Around a campfire until refreshed
He chases the sunset on a fast running bay
Driving cattle to earn his pay
The homesteaders know him as The Drover ‘
A hard working cowhand keeping his composure
He will return home with a happy heart
The Road takes him back to his sweetheart
Her laughter’s like the softest breeze
She gives him life a hug and a tender squeeze
She’s the sweetest harvest he’s ever known
She is the brightest star that stands alone
Her beauty and grace has stolen his heart
He hopes and prays for a Bright new start
He spends most days among the tumbleweed
He has little time for his personal needs
But He would trade the campfires and the dusty west
For a porch light swing and a good nights rest
With callous hands and saddle sores
He dreams and wonders if there is more
To life on the trail spitting fireflies
While his sweetheart is waiting under starry skies
She’s the sweetest harvest he’s ever known
She is the brightest star that stands alone
Her beauty and grace has stolen his heart
He hopes and prays for a Bright new start
Cattle driving from range to range
To some folk may seem a little strange
But he is the boss at driving home
Livestock his companions so never alone
One day in the future he'll take off his hat
Sit down on the rocker and stroke a cat
For now content to work the cattle herds
One day when older the Bee's and Birds
Life on the plains can take its toll
Moving doggies watchin em roll
A stampede or two may get out of hand
So its good to know the lay of the land
Your destination is miles ahead
The herds will graze while the Drover is fed
The sky is clear the sunsetting now
Campfire glows as you wipe your brow
The last thought for the Boss at the end of day
Is wishing and hoping his ladies O.K
Looking forward to collecting his hard earned wage
Then hitching his Horse to a Home bound stage
Back to the sweetest harvest he’s ever known
She is the brightest star that stands alone
Her beauty and grace has stolen his heart
He hopes and prays for one day a Bright new start
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