Song For Grace

(albüm: Spirit Of The Anzacs - 2015)

I was a girl of thirteen when my brothers went off to the war
Martin and Robert and Jack, and as I wave from the door
I thought who in the world could have brothers as handsome as they
Three Australian Light Horsemen I see their proud figures today

Our parents were Irish with no love for England at all
But their sons were Australian and each bravely answered the call
In their turned up slouch hats, and their feathers and leggings and spurs
The Empire as much as my mother knew these sons were hers

And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
I will remember them, I can't forget

The mailman brought cards from Colombo and then from Port Said
Here's a photo of our Jack in Egypt, his first camel ride
And look at young Bobby, in London here crossing The Strand
And Martin writes 'mum and dad, life in the army is grand'

When the telegram came with the news about our darling Jack
I had the terrible task of breaking the news to my dad
With our old draught horse Punch mt father was ploughing the land
I ran to the paddock, the telegram clutched in my hand

The Irishman read it, said thank you, now leave me alone
Go on back to the house, help your mother, she's there on her own
He called, 'stand up now Punch, we have to get on with this job'
But I saw his slumped shoulders, and I heard his heart rending sob

And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
I will remember them, I can't forget
And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
I will remember them, I can't forget