Tracks Across the Dimpse

They marched from the stations

and dusty red plains

Left behind all their hopes

and the cold winter rains

And we

will remember

the red dust and stone

The boys who sailed outward

and never came home

(we remember them)

Now the wattle is blooming

beneath the blue sky

Where the ghosts of the ANZACs

forever pass by

And we

will remember

the red dust and stone

The boys who sailed outward

and never came home

(never came home)

Lest we forget...