In the desert in the dry   Before the breaking of the rain   The temperature in the shade   Had reached a hundred and ten again      In the desert in the dry   On the overland telegraph line   Don't take the law into your own hands   Don't go looking for a fight      I've heard the bullroarers      In the desert in the dry   Sun sits so high   Long day's mile and the radio crackles   And the bones bleached white      It's a knock 'em down storm   See the tin roof shake   Wild dog howls and the long grass whistles   And the tall trees break      I've seen the wild horses   I've heard the bullroarers   I've seen the wild horses      Shifting sands and broken plans   Lead me on to my homeland      I've seen the wild horses   I've heard the bullroarers   I've seen the wild horses      I've seen the wild   I've heard the bull   I've seen the wild   I've heard the bullroarers      Now it's shifting sands and broken plans