ASHBURTON RIVER – Terry Bennetts/Keith Lethbridge
Past Minderoo Station and out to the sea,
Through Spinifex country, where the turkeys run free,
Where the wind in the white-gums whispers its song
The Ashburton River goes drifting along.
It was late afternoon, I remember it well,
When I stopped for a drink at the Beadon Hotel,
So dusty and weary from traveling all day,
On roads made of gravel and hot all the way.
I was ready to leave when a voice said “Hello”,
I saw the face of the girl I had loved long ago.
Her eyes told the story of love that had died,
And my heart slipped away like a leaf in the tide.
Past Minderoo Station and out to the sea,
Through Spinifex country, where the turkeys run free,
Where the wind in the white-gums whispers its song
The Ashburton River goes drifting along.
A young man can dream of a far better day
But life drags you down when your whiskers turn grey
So I never returned to that Ashburton Track
And once you start drifting there’s no turning back
Now often at night by the campfire glow,
With the stars up above and a blanket below,
I dream of my past and the things than went wrong,
While the Ashburton River goes drifting along.
Past Minderoo Station and out to the sea,
Through Spinifex country, where the turkeys run free,
Where the wind in the white-gums whispers its song
The Ashburton River goes drifting along.
