We used to say, ‘Send her down Hughie,’
‘Send her down,’ that’s what we’d
say.
After straining our eyes
At endless blue skies,
When we saw the clouds gather – we’d pray.
We’d crack the old jokes – ‘Get Don
Talbot,
Teach the frogs how to swim once again.’
‘We’d love to see showers,
For the kids’ sake not ours,
Well, the missus and me have seen rain.’
‘It’s the sheep that I worry about,
They’ll faint ’cos they’ve never seen
rain,
To revive ’em you must
Get a bucket of dust
And throw on ’em to wake ’em again!’
And then there’d be ants in the sugar
And there’d be a ring round the moon –
And there would be smiles
Round the country for miles,
’Cos we knew it was gonna rain soon.
And then, when it came, you could smell it,
A scent as the cool breeze unfurled –
A wonderful smell
As the first big drops fell –
The most beautiful smell in the world.
And boy, that tin roof took a beating,
Couldn’t hear yourself talk for the sound,
But still you would pray
In that strange outback way,
‘Thanks Hughie – keep sending her down.’
We used to say, ‘Send her down Hughie,’
‘Send her down,’ that’s what we’d
say –
After straining our eyes
At endless blue skies,
When we saw the clouds gather – we’d pray.







