[Spoken Intro] For Butchulla, Gubbi Gubbi, and all First Nations peoples across Queensland. From Wide Bay to the Gulf, this is our red dirt bond. [Verse 1] Out where the spinifex stretches wide Gulf wind driftin’ on the ride Stockman leans on his old horse’s neck Watches sun sink to the west deck Says “Don’t you worry, don’t you fret so hard — The land keeps turnin’ beneath the stars Some days the sun burns hot and long Some days the rain comes singin’ strong” [Verse 2] Roads are long and the nights are deep Stars burn bright where the plains sleep You might be lost where the tracks divide You might be far from the bay’s blue side But the gulf wind blows from the far-off shore Carries hope through the dust and more No need to hurry, no need to run — Wait for the rise of the new-born sun [Pre-Chorus] Why worry now when the wind’s blowin’ free? Why grieve for the things that used to be? The land is broad and the sky is high — Let the warm breeze pass you by [Chorus] Gulf-wind rider — driftin’ with the breeze! Walk the wide plains ‘neath the gum-tree trees! Gulf-wind rider — no need to hurry on! Queensland light, from dusk ‘til dawn! Gulf-wind rider — driftin’ with the breeze! Walk the wide plains ‘neath the gum-tree trees! Gulf-wind rider — no need to hurry on! Queensland light, from dusk ‘til dawn! [Bridge] When the dark comes down and the camp-fire glows All your tired worry goes Tomorrow the sun will climb again — Chase away the shadow-pain [Final Chorus] Gulf-wind rider — driftin’ with the breeze! Walk the wide plains ‘neath the gum-tree trees! Gulf-wind rider — no need to hurry on! Queensland light, from dusk ‘til dawn! [Outro] Quiet guitar and soft hot wind
