[Verse 1] The shot rang out, the digger fell Wounded in that green hell He landed in the red mud Twas’ mixed with red blood And he felt he would die there. [Verse 2] But then angels with fuzzy hair, Came and lifted him with care, And as shot and shell fire, Rang out he was borne higher, And he was carried out of there [Chorus] They were the angels with fuzzy wuzzy hair! Who bore the wounded, where eagles dare! On the trail of infinite sorrow they carried, Wounded diggers, harassed and harried, Until they brought them safely home! [Verse 3] They carried him through the night, O'er barriers high, from the fight, With gentle care, their burden laid, Sheltered the patient where he stayed, And made him comfortable there. [Chorus] They were the angels with fuzzy wuzzy hair! Who bore the wounded, where eagles dare! On the trail of infinite sorrow they carried, Wounded diggers, harassed and harried, Until they brought them safely home! [Verse 4] They built a shelter in the dark, Beneath the stars' brilliant spark, Fetched water from a nearby stream, Nurtured him, through fitful dreams, Ignoring their own needs there. [Chorus] They were the angels with fuzzy wuzzy hair! Who bore the wounded, where eagles dare! On the trail of infinite sorrow they carried, Wounded diggers, harassed and harried, Until they brought them safely home! [Verse 5] Four each side in jungle deep, In careful slumber lightly sleep, For if the patient stirs or sighs, They notice, and quick arise, And he knew he was safe there. [Bridge] They saved the wounded at Kokoda They carried the injured at Eora Creek They rescued the scarred at Isurava They bore the broken at Imita Ridge And they lifted the maimed at Ioribaiwa Oh, the diggers remember those angels [Chorus] They were the angels with fuzzy wuzzy hair! Who bore the wounded, where eagles dare! On the trail of infinite sorrow they carried, Wounded diggers, harassed and harried, Until they brought them safely home! [Verse 6] Up Kokoda’s trail at tender pace, Carried him from death's embrace, With every step, a thankful prayer, For the angels with fuzzy hair, They got him out of there! [Chorus] They were the angels with fuzzy wuzzy hair! Who bore the wounded, where eagles dare! On the trail of infinite sorrow they carried, Wounded diggers, harassed and harried, Until they brought them safely home! [End]
