What Would I Say

As I sit here before dawn on another ANZAC day

I can't help but wonder, what would I say

To a digger who gave his life, so I could live free

And what I would've done if that digger was me

I'd be sitting with me mates, transporter full of troops

No idea what's coming, trembling in me boots

Thinking of my family and all my friends back home

Will I ever see them again, will I die here all alone

Not old enough to vote, but I'm old enough to kill

To die for king and country, not too young for blood to spill

Sent halfway round the world to protect our way of life

Will I have a future? Will I ever take a wife?

I've put my trust in people, I'll never know or meet

Pollies and the generals control the fate that waits for me

We're headed for Gallipoli, diggers each and everyone

Don't have a choice, it's a job that must be done

I look around and see the same glaze in every eye

Bravery mixed with fear, it's the waiting we despise

Once we hit that beach, we're stepping in to hell

What lies ahead, only time will tell

Not old enough to vote, but I'm old enough to kill

To die for king and country, not too young for blood to spill

Sent halfway round the world, to protect our way of life

Will I have a future? Will I ever take a wife?

If I was in those diggers boots, at that time and in their place

His courage in my heart, the same look upon my face

I'd storm that beach at dawn over a century ago

And fall at Ari Burnu, old age I'll never know

So what would I say to that digger and his mates

Who died so I live freely in this southern land so great

I'd speak to him in actions, the things I say and do

Respect others, live in peace, the only true

Thank you

Not old enough to vote, but I'm old enough to kill

To die for king and country, not too young for blood to spill

Sent halfway round the world, to protect our way of life

Will I have a future? Will I ever take a wife?

He died for our future, and he never took a wife