| Queenie was born on the banks of the great Ord River, 1930, maybe | 
| Her mother was black, her daddy white | 
| Daddy was a fine horse breaker, mama sang the songs of the old lawmakers | 
| She used to hide young Queenie in the bush | 
| Rub black charcoal all over her hair and her face | 
| Every time the police came around, looking for any blonde-haired brown-skinned | 
| children | 
| To round ‘em all up, take ‘em on down town | 
| Shine on, shine on, immortal one | 
| Shine on, shine on, immortal one | 
| Rover was born in the desert, lived out there ‘til his mother died | 
| Then he moved around a lot from place to place | 
| Bedford Downs, Bow River, Lissadell, Wyndham, | 
| Building fences, working as a stockman | 
| Then he had a series of dreams | 
| Started painting what he’d heard and seen | 
| Rainbow serpent, Krill Krill, Cyclone Tracy, the killing fields, | 
| Everything that lives and breathes | 
| Ride on, ride on, immortal ones | 
| Ride on, ride on, immortal ones | 
| When Rover and Queenie were young they met out on Texas Downs station | 
| She worked as a cook there for a long long time | 
| She said «Hey, Cowboy!» | 
| later on she said | 
| «Nice boy, good worker, top rider, lucky one, that one» | 
| One day a mean horse ripped the scalp from his head | 
| She stitched him up with a boiled needle and thread | 
| Good as any doctor, they were friends everafter | 
| She said «I wanna paint», he said «I'll teach ya» | 
| They died within months of each other | 
| Ride on, ride on, immortal ones | 
| Shine on, shine on, immortal ones | 
| Your story will always run | 
| Forever run | 
| Forever young |