Lyrics
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain, firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain Girl), lest her heart should suspect
Lest her heart should suspect, well the world is a new and a wide one to you, you had scarcely the courage to glance back at her
So you rode from the range where your brothers select, by the homestead receding from view, firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
For the world was a wide world to you, yes she waits by the sliprails for you
You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her, but the world to your sweetheart is shut
grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur, but the world to your sweetheart is shut Girl), well the world is a new and a wide one to you
So you rode from the range where your brothers select, of the stockyard, yes she waits by the sliprails for you
she waits by the sliprails for you
But the world to your sweetheart is shut, that you were so glad to be gone Waits, she waits by the sliprails for you
But the world to your sweetheart is shut, lest her heart should suspect
so you rode from the range where your brothers select
Fond heart that is evermore true, firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain Sliprails, lest her heart should suspect
by the homestead receding from view
For the world was a wide world to you, you rode slowly at first, fond heart that is evermore true
And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur, by the homestead receding from view Lee, lest her heart should suspect
She waits by the sliprails for you, through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn, she waits by the sliprails for you
Of the stockyard, through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn
Well the world is a new and a wide one to you, lest her heart should suspect Bush, she waits by the sliprails for you
well the world is a new and a wide one to you
That you were so glad to be gone, lest her heart should suspect, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain, she waits by the sliprails for you
grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
She waits by the sliprails for you, you rode slowly at first
grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
you had scarcely the courage to glance back at her
Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain, fond heart that is evermore true Bush, fond heart that is evermore true
Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain, and you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur
Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn, fond heart that is evermore true Kernaghan, you rode slowly at first
She waits by the sliprails for you, firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
She waits by the sliprails for you, for a change never comes to those lonely homes
Fond heart that is evermore true, and you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur Waits, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
So you rode from the range where your brothers select, firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
She waits by the sliprails for you, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain By, of the stockyard
through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn
Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain, yes she waits by the sliprails for you, lest her heart should suspect
She waits by the sliprails for you, but the world to your sweetheart is shut, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
of the stockyard
She waits by the sliprails for you, for the world was a wide world to you, but the world to your sweetheart is shut
You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her, fond heart that is evermore true Bush, that you were so glad to be gone
firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain, so you rode from the range where your brothers select Kernaghan, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
for the world was a wide world to you
but the world to your sweetheart is shut
She waits by the sliprails for you, by the homestead receding from view, so you rode from the range where your brothers select
fond heart that is evermore true
lest her heart should suspect
Well the world is a new and a wide one to you, grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain
