The question is still asked today, who was Banjo's man?That man from Snowy River, renowned throughout the landWho ran those wild bush horses through that rugged countrysideWho was the man he wrote of, who made that famous ride?Some say he was Jack Riley from down near CorionThey say that man could really ride if the name to him belongsThe goldfish, brines and pendants, they all could lay a claimBut Banjo singled no one out, that's why there was no nameBanjo's man is riding, he's riding with the bestIn the ranges where in wintertime it snowsHe's riding now to wheel himYes, ridingHe's riding on the wingIn the country where the Snowy River blowsNow Banjo knew this country, he knew its riders wellHe spent time in the ranges where the Snowy Riders dwellHe saw them ride full gallop, swinging stock whips in their handsAnd as a tribute to them allAnd his famous manThose men who roamed the mountains in search of straying stockWho spent their lives on horseback in those rugged mountain blocksThey rode the hills and gorges where the Snowy River ranAnd each and every one of them could ride like Banjo's manHe saw them running brumbies on the steep and timbered slopesCatch the brumbies at a gallop with their green hide-catching ropesHe saw that they had whipped the wildest country in this landAnd so was born the legend of the famous Banjo's manHey, Banjo's man is riding, he's riding with the bestIn the ranges where in wintertime it snowsHe's riding out a wheel and he's riding on the wingIn the country where the Snowy River flowsThe legend is still living and I'd say it always willAs long as there are brumbies and horsemen in the hillsFor they run the mountains and gorges where the Snowy River flowsAnd the mountain brumbies just run until they standAnd there's horsemen in the Snowy's yet as good as Banjo's manBanjo's man is riding, he's riding with the bestIn the ranges where in wintertime it snowsHe's riding out a wheel and he's riding on the wingIn the country where the Snowy River flowsBanjo's man is ridingHe's riding with the bestIn the ranges where in wintertime it snowsYes, he's riding out a wheel and he's riding on the wingIn the country where the Snowy River flows