I went to see a lovely old lady that lives at the end of the street,
I wanted to hear her life’s story but I knew I’d have to be very discreet,
For she’d recently lost her life’s partner, a man quite courageous and bold,
When I asked her to tell me her story, I heard this fable unfold.
Although she was well in her nineties, her memory was sharp as a tack
And as she reached back to another era, fond memories came floating back,
She went back to the days of her childhood, the wonderful times of her teens,
The dances, the concerts, the parties and meeting the man of her dreams.
She met Jim one night at a party when he came up and asked her to dance,
He was dressed in the uniform of a soldier, she immediately thought of romance.
He was tall and very good looking and said will you have this waltz with me,
She smiled as she rose to meet him and answered shyly ‘most certainly.’
He danced with the step of an angel as she was eagerly swept off of her feet,
At the end of some dances later, he said tomorrow I sail with the fleet,
Can I take you home this evening for it’s a night I will never forget,
Tomorrow we face a long journey, the destination unknown to us yet.
He kissed me so sweetly that evening and at last he bade me farewell,
My heart was all of a flutter for I’d fell completely under his spell,
My darling will you write me a letter while I’m away at the war,
It will be something to bolster my spirits, something that’s worth fighting for.
I know that I’ve only just met you and I don’t want you to think I am bold
But if you’ll agree to write me a letter, to me it will be dearer than gold,
I knew by the way my heart fluttered that with this man I could live evermore
And I promised to answer his letters, a promise I could not ignore.
It was nearly six months later that a note came to me in the mail,
I thought he’d completely forgotten but that was now only a minor detail,
They’d spent much of that time on the water till they arrived at Gallipoli
And went straight into the raging battle that turned into a catastrophe.
The note finished by saying I love you and if I have the luck to survive
I want you to be my sweetheart, my dear for the rest of my life,
My tears of joy ran unhindered as I held that letter close to my heart
And made a silent vow to my soldier that nothing would keep us apart.
He was finally shot in that battle and came close to that demon of death
It was the thought that I’d be waiting that gave him strength for another breath,
Now when that terrible battle was over and those living, with fame were endowed
They became known to us all as the Anzac’s -- the Aussies and Kiwi’s were proud.
In time we met at the Alter with me proudly becoming his wife,
And for over sixty years we were happy in a life that was minus of strife,
We raised a wonderful family, now could anyone ask for more,
For Jim was one of the lucky Anzac’s who came home from that terrible war.