Slim Dusty, When the Rain Tumbles Down in July
One of my favourite people and one of his first songs, which
he wrote at the age of 18.
Slim Dusty, (born Gordon Kirkpatrick) 1927 – 2003
When The Rain Tumbles Down In July
Let me wander North to the homestead
Way out further on there to roam
By a gully in flood let me linger
When the summery sunshine has flown
Where the logs tangle up on the creekbed
And clouds fill 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 dawn
Their best crops are always in flood reach
If it rises much more they’ll be gone
The cattle string out long 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 hillside
Awaken to herds straying 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 horse is turned out to graze
The old station dogs are a dozing
On the husks in the barn through the days
The drover draws rein by the river
It’s years since he’s seen it so high
And that’s just the story of
When the rain tumbles down in July
Written by Slim Dusty (Gordon Kirkpatrick)
2 comments:
That's pretty neat, Peter :)
Do you write poetry and or stories too?
Hi Peter - Naturally I like Slim too and his many varied songs etc.
BUT you have more readers in the Northern Hemisphere than down South and the rain would not tumble down in July for them so it may appear strange to them.
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