He sits in the shade of the old Jacaranda
A military man in his seaside weekender
He sings to his old Valentine
Better not go near the water
Better stop fooling around
A military man he lives in the valley
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