Kokoda

There are things sometimes I wish I'd told you

But I've never liked to talk about the war

We lied about our ages and although we were courageous

We didn't know what was in store

Won't you stay with me because I feel so cold

And I don't believe I'll see you the dawn

And if you don't mind I'd like a hand to hold

And treat me gentle in the morning

At first we had to leave Kokoda

I saw a young man take a bullet on the way