reading letters from old friends
in the good times once again
I see the mountain trails we used to ride
Where once stood the homestead
In the days of old Ken Coburn
Of the days when we were younger
We'd ride a hundred miles
To a dance at Tum Perumba
I hear the haunting strings
And bells on cattle roaming
As down the too long track I ride
Going home to old Cancoburn
Proof beats echo down the range
White face cattle string along
through the mist and morning sun
Where the GI River meets the Murray
With a song that never ends
Like the everlasting mateship there
In the handshake of a friend
Of the songs we sang together
And shed the sack of leather
To the homes they'd fire glowing
Through the dark of the night
to see that guiding light
Through the dark of the night