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

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