First Frost

The very first frost of the year lies on the paddocks glistening
My Daddy used to stand right here for the big rains listening
When daddy died I took his place, oh I watched them old black mountains
Now the hard times have settled on my face, this country ain’t no wishing fountain

But I will stay until I crumble into dust beneath the sky
I will move my hands through the dirt and wait for rain until I die
‘Til the last head’s sold or I’m too old I just don’t know what else I’d do
My Daddy always said that we get what we’re given and that’s why I’m not shooting through

When I was a younger woman I loved a brokеn man
Oh he’d set my chest a-hеaving
He asked me one night for my hand
But that one chance I had ended up leaving

But I will stay until I crumble into dust beneath the sky
I will move my hands through the dirt and wait for rain until I die
Til the last head’s sold or I’m too old I just don’t know what else I’d do
My Daddy always said that we get what we’re given and that’s why I’m not shooting through