Way out where the dust storm blows and the roly-poly grows The red sun gets hotter every day The eagle circles high like a speck up in the sky Where the willy-willy whirls along its way I saw two station children playing by the road In that dust bowl along that western way I asked them would they play there if the bowl was full of mud But they said, boss, there'll be no rain today Because there's only wind clouds, scattered dusty wind clouds And you see them every morning, every day There's not a sign of rain over mountain, hill and plain Where the willy-willy whirls along its way Then I spoke to Farmer John who's tried to carry on Though the big drought has made it hard to stay He looked up at the sky as a dozen crows flew by And with a sad old voice I heard him say There's only dusty wind clouds, scattered dusty wind clouds And you see them every morning, every day There's not a sign of rain over mountain, hill and plain Where the willy-willy whirls along its way But the season soon must change out on that barren range And the big wet will flood the open plain Though the dry turns into wet, oh, the folk will not forget When the farmer met his neighbour and complained Oh, there's only dusty wind clouds, scattered dusty wind clouds And you see them every morning, every day There's not a sign of rain over mountain, hill and plain Where the willy-willy whirls along its way Where the willy-willy whirls along its way