1. Out west of the mighty Darling
Where the big bomboras blow
And turn daylight to the black of night
In half an hour or so
And you race for the nearest shelter
From dust like rusty snow
Out west of the mighty Darling
Where the big bomboras blow.
2. It's wild, wild cattle country.
Nomad camels range its plains
The wild untamed descendants
Of the Afghan camel trains
And you see the wedge-tailed eagle soar
As it hunts in the sunset's glow
Out west of the mighty Darling
Where the big bomboras blow
3. Out west of the mighty Darling
Where the big bomboras flow
And the sunset's red, like the furnace bed
Of the hobs of Hell below
And the lonely Paroo wanders
With no banks to guide its flow
Out west of the mighty Darling
Where the big bomboras blow
4. It's barren clay-pan country
Of salt-bush and bindi-eye
Of twisted, tortured ti-tree
And a leaden, burning sky
But if you ever leave it
You'll find you want to go
Back west of the mighty Darling
Where the big bomboras blow