D towards the head

In the drawer of my desk, I found a paper
For the transfer of my old man's cattle brand
A description of the brand was written down there
And I held a lot of memories in my hand
Memories of the branding irons and fire
And the words of what my father always
Said, "Why don't you get a move on?
Get that iron really hot
And don't forget, mate, D towards the
Head." Our brand was DK in a bracket
Oh, I don't think that I ever could forget it
The bawling of the cattle and the barking of the dogs
Would you believe that I can hear them yet?
It's been many years since last I held the iron
Oh, I think it's lying out there in the shed
I'd only have to find it and I would hear again, "Don't forget
Mate, D towards the head." Oh, the old DK in bracket, I remember
It marked our cattle up on Nulla Creek
And later on the Homewood bullets bore it
Going to the sales of Gippsland Beat
Oh, it won't be used again until my son goes
And takes that branding iron from the shed
And I'll be right behind him, just like old Davey Cook saying
"Don't forget, mate, D towards the head." Oh, yeah
Saying, "Don't forget, mate, D towards the head
Now don't forget, mate, D towards the head
Now don't forget, mate, D towards the head