Old Mountain Brumby”

Written by Dick Roberts

As the frost sets on the snow grass, in the high country tonight,

The old brumb’s are grazing, beneath the mountain stars so bright.

The creeks are slowly trickling, as the night owl make his call,

They can’t see it coming, but tomorrow they’ll kill them all.

So here’s to you old mountain brumby, tonight we’ll raise a glass,

Thanks for all the yesterday’s, your memories will forever last.

You’ve stood by our side, without care of your own fate,

I’m so sorry for tomorrow, I don’t understand the hate.

As the first grey streaks of daylight lighten up your land,

Please try to find a hollow, it’s too late to make a stand.

When you hear the choppers breaking the silence of the dawn,

Run old mate, I tried to help, for your family we will mourn.

So here’s to you old mountain brumby, tonight we’ll raise a glass

Thanks for all the yesterday’s, your memories will forever last.

You’ve stood by our side, without care of your own fate

And I’m sorry for tomorrow, I don’t understand the hate.

I can hear your filly calling,

Whinnying through the bush;

Looking for her mother;

Gunned down in their first push.

I can hear you panting,

Almost out of breath.

Trying to outrun the hate,

Trying to avoid your own death

So here’s to you old mountain brumby, tonight we’ll raise a glass,

Thanks for all the yesterday’s, your memories will forever last.

You’ve stood by our side, without care of your own fate,

I’m so sorry for tomorrow, I don’t understand the hate.

As the frost sets on the snow grass, in the high country tonight,

All your mates have disappeared, all slaughtered out of sight.

The bush has fallen silent, the brumby is now gone,

Their ignorance has taken you, and forever we will mourn.

Photo Credits to Andrew Roberts