The Ballad of Queenie and Rover - Paul Kelly

Queenie was born on the banks of the great Ord River, 1930, maybe

Her mother was black, her daddy white

Daddy was a fine horse breaker, mama sang the songs of the old lawmakers

She used to hide young Queenie in the bush

Rub black charcoal all over her hair and her face

Every time the police came around, looking for any blonde-haired brown-skinned

children

To round ‘em all up, take ‘em on down town

Shine on, shine on, immortal one

Shine on, shine on, immortal one

Rover was born in the desert, lived out there ‘til his mother died

Then he moved around a lot from place to place

Bedford Downs, Bow River, Lissadell, Wyndham,

Building fences, working as a stockman

Then he had a series of dreams

Started painting what he’d heard and seen

Rainbow serpent, Krill Krill, Cyclone Tracy, the killing fields,

Everything that lives and breathes

Ride on, ride on, immortal ones

Ride on, ride on, immortal ones

When Rover and Queenie were young they met out on Texas Downs station

She worked as a cook there for a long long time

She said «Hey, Cowboy!»

later on she said

«Nice boy, good worker, top rider, lucky one, that one»

One day a mean horse ripped the scalp from his head

She stitched him up with a boiled needle and thread

Good as any doctor, they were friends everafter

She said «I wanna paint», he said «I'll teach ya»

They died within months of each other

Ride on, ride on, immortal ones

Shine on, shine on, immortal ones

Your story will always run

Forever run

Forever young