Guns firing on a ridge down onto a quiet town Wind bellows up smoke to the breakdown in the blood soaked dawn Me and my friend we headed up to where they had set up The shells dug up the sand as they let up He shot two and I held them down We chased them off early we held the sway, what I mean to say Is they lost their way, and they’re out there now in the firing dark And I hear them, and I think I see them coming We’re waiting, we’re hiding, they’re running And we’ll stay here until the dawn The dawn Later on we dreamt it was over but we saw the drover In the middle they were ducking for cover, so we laid back down They must of felt the coming of shadow and they were all aglow Near our burrow, and in the moon light we shot them down And I hear them, and I think I see them coming We’re waiting, we’re hiding, they’re running And we’ll stay here until the dawn The dawn