Let me wander more through the homestead,
A way out further on there to Rome.
By a gully in flood let me linger,
Where the summery sunshine has blown,
Where the logs tangle up on the creek-bed,
And the clouds veil the old northern sky,
And the cattle move back from the lowlands,
When the rain tumbles down in July.
The settlers with sad hearts are watching
The rise of the stream from the dome,
Their best crops are always in flood reach,
If it rises much more they'll be gone.
The cattle string out along the fences,
The wind from the south races by,
And the limbs from the old gums are falling,
When the rain tumbles down in July.
The sleeping gums on the hillsides Awaken to herds trailing by,
From the flats where the fences have vanished,
As the storm clouds gather on high.
The wheels of the wagon stop turning,
The stock horses turn about to stray,
And the old station dogs are a-gozin'
On the husks in the barn through the day.
The drubber draws rain by the river,
Yes,
it's years since he's seen it so high,
Now,
and that's just a story of her wood,
When the rain tumbles down in July.
Let me wander north to the homestead,
Neath the clouds of the gold-laden sky,
By a gully in flood let me linger,
When the rain tumbles down in July.
Hey, hey, hey,
hi-dee-dee-loo-dee-dee,
Woo-hoo-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee.