Текст: James Reyne. Lay Your Weary Head Down.

He sits in the shade of the old Jacaranda
Quietly reading a line
A military man in his seaside weekender
He sings to his old valentine

Better not go near the water
Better stop fooling around
Chasing your waterfalls
Deep in your corner
Lay your weary head down

A military man he lives in the valley
For richer or poorer
For better or worse
He walks alone through curtains of Sallies
On carpets of Pattersons' Curse

Better not go near the water
Better stop fooling around
Chasing your waterfalls
Deep in your corner
Lay your weary head down

Long ago when your ship sailed the Suez
You cracked as you loaded a round
Long ago all the young men saluted
Lay your weary head down
Lay your weary head down
Lay it down

Lay your weary head down
Lay your weary head down