Drovers’ Road - Mark Knopfler

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