John Williamson Old Man Verandah
An old digger in an armchair
Through purple jacaranda
All alone with slipper on his feet
His loves have all gone north
To live in New South Wales
And his tired eyes
don't focus on the street
Would he be my Grandpa?
I wonder would he mind
He could take me fishin',Oh,Oh,
And i could pick his apricots
And put 'em in a tin
But he probably doesn't like me
Hey old man verandah
Can't you see the boy
Throwin stones so bored
And so lonely
He might break a window
'Cause he might be a world
For you to love
Would he be my grandpa
I wonder would he mind
He could take me drivin
In his humber
And maybe he could teach me
How to shoot a gun
And how to skin a rabbit
Hey old man verandah
Can you hear the boy
Rattlin pickets just for
Your attention
He could do alot for you
You'd do alot for him
'Cause he might be a world
For you to love
It's just another lonely picture
You can hang it on the wall
On sunday they still gather
On the lawn
The peppercorns are older
But no-one seems much wiser
They sent the boy to fight
The Asian war