She Waits By The Sliprails

So you rode from the range where your brothers select

Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn

You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect

That you were so glad to be gone

You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her

By the homestead receding from view

And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur

For the world was a wide world to you

Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain

Fond heart that is evermore true

Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain

She waits by the sliprails for you

Well the world is a new and a wide one to you

But the world to your sweetheart is shut

For a change never comes to those lonely homes

Of the stockyard, the scrub, and the hut

Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain

Fond heart that is evermore true

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

Fond heart that is evermore true

Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain

She waits by the sliprails for you

Yes She waits by the sliprails for you