In his annex made of
Besser bricks and corrugated iron
I can hear the roar of footy on a
Saturday afternoon
Carradjong's got his slippers on,
he sips a mug of coffee
He's glad to share the game with a
little company
In his annex made of
Besser bricks and corrugated iron
I hear snatchers of a childhood back in
Sydney years before
Karadjong chuckles and shakes his head,
lights himself a rolling
He's found himself a home now,
it's time to settle down
When the time comes they can take me
down the track to the clay pan
And lay me by the windmill by the bore
Don't let their tears cloud the
changes of my final years
They can say,
Karajan, you came a long, long way
In his annex made of bessa
bricks and corrugated iron
An old soldier reminisces about
Korea and the war
Karajan carries his memories,
his back still carries shrapnel
He fought bravely for his country,
he might nev er have come back
When the time comes they could take
me down the track to the clay pan
And lay me by the windmill by the boar
Don't let their tears cloud the
changes of my final years
They can say,
Kara
Jong, you came a long,
long way
In his annex made of
Besser bricks and corrugated iron
I see
Currajong fight a battle with
a habit that won't die
But
Currajong knows it won't be long,
the battle will be over
He's not afraid to fight till then and
he's not afraid to die
When the time comes,
they can take me down the track to the clay band
And lay me by the windmill by the bore
Don't let their tears cloud the
changes of my final years
They can say,
Kara
Jong -Yoo came a long, long way
A long, long way
Kara -Jong, you came a long,
long way