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Homefire Cheerfully Burn

Do you hear the echoes of the call, the shouts from RSM
The bellows of the adjutant, accounting all to them
the crunch of a thousand hobnailed boots, ascending up the slope
and will you take onboard the pride, of getting through with hope

The clicks of polished rifle bolts, discharge of fired rounds
the blast of tinny bugle calls, tho not for packs of hounds
the grunts of grunts and roared replies, “Affirmative Major Sir!”
“All together now boys, we’ll give the dust a stir!”

and will you wait for me Lyndie
will you wait my Sal?
when we’ve gone a soldiering on
with our mates and pals
will you write me words of love
and ache for my return?
and when I come a limping back
will the home fire cheerfully burn

Well the jungles and the desert sands were not what we expect
the boggy mud of Flanders fields still ravaged from effect
the world old Blighty offered is nothing to compare
to the wide blue skies and sun filled land and fresh eucalyptus air

and will you wait for me Lyndie
will you wait my Sal?
when we’ve gone a soldiering on
with our mates and pals
will you write me words of love
and ache for my return?
and when I come a limping back
will the home fire cheerfully burn

The soldiering is over now and we can stagger back
we leave the battle stench behind and march on up the track
peeling off at homeward turns, farewelling all the mates
and taking the last scary path up to the homestead gate

and will I see the warmth there
will I see the smiles
will the arms envelop me
safe home across the miles
will my lovely Lyndie
have ached for my return?
and now I come a limping back
will the home fire cheerfully burn

The ’cadas are all singing the sun is sinking low
The ’burras all have nestled in, ignoring all below
The milked cows gently lowing, the chooks are all away
and there waiting by the gate my Lyndie dreamy sways

I pause and watch just for a mo’ her soft dress gently wave
and in the grass our little Sal plays with the pup I gave
Both girl and pup have grown now; they may not know my face
but there my Lyndie looks at me and my heart pounds full pace

I will see the warmth there
I will see the smiles
Loving arms envelop me
safe home across the miles
and yes my lovely Lyndie
has ached for my return
and now I’ve come a limping back
the home fires cheerfully burn

~ adgray c 11/11/11

Homefire Cheerfully Burn

adgray

Frankston, Australia

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Artist's Description

Again I saw I heard I wrote

This is a song that just marched right on into my head! I’d sing it for you but you can’t hear it.

But you can look at the vision that inspired it!


Meadow Grasses, Anzac Hill – Seymour from my wonderful muse and favourite artist
Lynda Robinson
(perhaps the Lyndie in the song ….. hmmm?)

Chookas! =}

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