Days of Old Khancoban

I'm sitting here with memories

Reading letters from old friends

Dreaming I am back with those pals of mine

In the good times once again

I see the mountain trail

We used to ride

The Murray river flowing

Where once stood the homestead of my youth

In the days of old Khancoban

Memories, sweet memories

Of the days when we were younger

We'd ride a hundred miles for a lady's smile

To a dance at Tumbarumba

I hear the haunting strains of

Hobble chains and bells on cattle roamin'

As down the Toolong track I ride

Going home to old Khancoban

Hoof beats echo down the range

From brumbies on the run

White faced cattle string along

through mist and morning sun

Where the Geehi river meets the Murray

With the song that never ends

Like the everlasting mateship there

In the handshake of a friend

Memories sweet memories

Of the songs we sang together

We were mustering then with the best of men

And shared their saddle leather

What a welcome sight

When we were riding back

To the homestead fire glowin'

Through the dark of the night

To see that guiding light

Of home in old Khancoban

Through the dark of the night

To see that guiding light

Of home in old Khancoban