In the desert in the dry
Before the breaking of the rain
The temperature in the shade
Had reached a hundred and ten again

In the desert in the dry
On the overland telegraph line
Don´t take the law into your own hands
Don´t go looking for a fight

I´ve heard the bullroarers

In the desert in the dry
Sun sits so high
Long day´s mile and the
Radio crackles and the bones bleached white

It´s a knock-em-down storm
See the tin roof shake
Wild dog howls and the long grass
Whistles and the tall trees break

I´ve seen the wild horses

I´ve heard the bullroarers
I´ve seen the wild horses

Shifting sands and broken plans
Lead me on to my homeland