Verse 1] Now granddad was a milko, He work with cart and drafthorse My father was a builder who build with wood and dampcourse He went to the war to fight for land and country Then met the Irish girl under the spreading gum tree First child lost too young for young wife but together courage and determination came to carry on in life [Verse 2] Losing ain't easy, Losing a child is hard Losing is nothing but an awful painful time No time for her daydream to get her through the morning She’ll put the singing kettle on and sit down at the kitchen and have a cuppa and a sandwich to remember and try to forget Then it's mum and the housework for the rest of the morning For the rest of the afternoon and the rest of her life Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the Island I can see my father smiling at me, sitting in his arms I can hear him tell the stories of the fights up in the jungle Where friend and foe fought toe to toe and soldiers lives were lost [Verse 4] Yes, but it's my life has been blessed, my life has been a present, To see the wonders of the world and grandchildren so pleasant I can walk back in the evening, staring at the sunset, no sorrow, Grateful for this time on Earth and looking for tomorrow So I worked my job just as long as I was able And now I choose to read to my grandkids the book of Aesops Fables And so it’s me and my kiddies for the rest of the morning And the rest of the afternoon, and for the rest of my life And so it’s me and my kiddies for the rest of the morning And the rest of the afternoon, and for the rest of my life
