My father was a cocky As his father was before him And I married me a cocky Nearly fifty years ago. And I've lived here on this station And I've seen the seasons changing From the drought round to the flooding From the lambing to the wool. And they've been times wen I've wondered if it was worth the doing and they've been times when I've thought this was the finest place there is. For though the life here's never easy and the hours are long and heavy I'm quite contented nowadays to have joined my life to his. Together through the thrities while other's lives were broken we worked from dawn to twilight to hold on to what was ours And at night I'd sit exhausted and I'd stroke his dusty forehead With him too tired to talk to me and me too tired to care. Repeat chorus And the children came unbidden Bringing laughter to the homestead And I thanked the Lord my sons were youg, too young to battle then and I counted myself lucky to lose no one close to family though the neighbours lost their only son sold up tand moved to town repeat chorus And now the children have grown and left me for careeers in town and city and I'm proud of them but sadly for none chose station life and now I smile to hear them talking of the hard slog in the office for when I think of working hard I see a cocky and his wife repeat chorus