Song for Andrew

There was a boy, our pride and joy
A patriot to pay
And so by chance, he went to France
And all to give his life away

He was but one of many sons
Who joined to fight a far off war
And now he lies, beneath the skies
That spread upon a distant shore

And though it's clear, one hundred years
Since our dear Andy
Went away
His voice still sounds in letters found
We read anew his words today

Cold and windswept was the morn
A stinging hail, emotions torn
A-marching down to Melbourne pier
No sweet farewells await us here

The days at sea be twenty eight
And Egypt's' blackened soils await
We do not know when we are bound
To send old Fritz back underground

For links that bind beloved ones
Will break on leaving native shore
Though t'is far away I go
I'm always underneath God's hand

And when the wind moves through the oat crops
And the spring time shearers come
Remember me as creeks run over
And the steaming cutters hum

I dreamed a dream, I dreamt alone
My heart so full of thoughts of home
I see you now against the towering monarch
Of a red gum tree

And when the wind moves through the oat crops
And the spring time shearers come
Remember me as creeks run over
And the steaming cutters hum

I do not know when next you'll hear
So pray for me, I'll have no fear
In God's good time I will return
A loving son no more to yearn

The battle's sounds are closing in
The time is nigh to make a stand
Although I go to loose or win
I'm always underneath God's hand

For links that bind beloved ones
Will break on leaving native shore
Though t'is far away I go
I'm always underneath God's hand
Although t'is far away I go
I'm always underneath God's hand