Echos

Echoes from the day when along the Drover’s Road

Cattle, hogs and goats were lead to market to be sold

The past is ever before me with images and vivid prose

Things have changed so much now so that’s how it goes

I can’t imagine a day when I have to walk to work

To have to wash myself in the creek and sleep in the dirt

I am not ashamed of the past I just don’t want to repeat

Meals were hard to come by and you had to kill to eat

The voices of my ancestors still echo in my ear

Work hard, keep your nose clean and never fail a tear

Save your money for a rainy day and give to those in need

Charity starts at home you know, we are all family

Can’t never could do nothing so always try your best

You won’t always get it right but in the end you pass the test

These words I will remember how could I forget?

If I listen real close, I can still hear them yet

Echoes from the day when along the Drover’s Road

Cattle, hogs and goats were lead to market to be sold