Beneath the Green and Gold

Beneath the Green and Gold.

When these aging bones grow weary, and I am bent and old,

Let me watch the crimson sunset, Beneath the green and gold.

When darkness casts a shadow, and my hand no longer writes,

Let me see once more the mountains, and the moonlit crystal nights.

When feeble grows this body, and these eyes no longer see,

Let me hear the talking river, and the bush birds symphony.

When destiny is calling, and tomorrow bids me go,

Let me smell again the eucalypts, and feel the soft winds blow.

When I’m asleep, please lay me down, far from the winter cold,

And let me dream my endless dreams, Beneath the Green and Gold.