Tekstovi: Augie March. Owen's Lament.

Level your fretting I won't be forgetting the flush of your face
When I lifted you level to me
And a wattle tree framed your body
In whispers welling with the dope
Of a new spring
You said "Kill me a dynasty
Or our love won't mean a thing"

A bullet for a diamond ring
A favour promised
A promise delivered and more to you
It's only a war I'll be back to your shore before you know it I'm gone
Then I'll cover your body

And if you have to go please go lightly
Keep it to a foxtrot whether he's a fox or not
Keep it cold, keep all your heat for me
I'll be needing it for when I'm cold you see?
Let your children remind you of me
Whether by another or by the ghost in me in you
There goes my baby

I would think of you and a palmtree would cover your body
You in love and war we are bound by a law
It goes to you and then to yours to recover my body.
She bound me up and hugged me
'Oh how the mother loves thee'
She covered my body
In a ragged flag and bloody
Oh not on your life