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