Old Man Verandah

An old digger in an armchair Through purple jacaranda All alone with slippers 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 But he might break a heart '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't you hear the boy Rattlin' pickets just for your attention He could do a lot for you You'd do a lot 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 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...