Gone now are the old days, where cattle fat and sleek
Travelled down the stock route to water at the creek.
No more teams of shearers a'heading far out west
Every man determined to prove he was the best.

Memories of drought years, with heat waves in the air
Shimmering horizons, the red ground dry and bare
Skeletons of white bones, wide spread across the plains
Fervent prayers to heaven for long awaited rains.

Tooraweenah township still slumbers as of yore.
Guarded by the ranges outside her eastern door
Warrumbungle ranges, that soothe and tranquilise
Tooraweenah township beneath the sun drenched skies.