Amble by gentle wanderer,
Your troubled days are gone.
You’ve now slipped into the eternal sleep.

Sing a song, little singer,
Of a man, the bravest I knew.
A song of war,
A song of peace,
A song of days renewed.

Ride a horse humble drover,
Jump jimmy over the fallen logs.
Whistle a tune of you and your dog.

Draw a picture, Artist dear.
Of beauty before the spoils of war.
Of the horse you used to ride,
The friends you use to have.

Write a poem, John dear,
Of all the things you’ve seen.
Of childhood, of war,
Of the children of your dreams.

Amble by gentle wanderer,
Your sleepless nights are gone.
I’ll sing a song, write a poem,
We’ll see each other before long.