He sits in the shade of the old Jacaranda Quietly reading a line A military man in his seaside weekender He sings to his old valentine Better not go near the water Better stop fooling around Chasing your waterfalls Deep in your corner Lay your weary head down A military man he lives in the valley For richer or poorer For better or worse He walks alone through curtains of Sallies On carpets of Pattersons' Curse Better not go near the water Better stop fooling around Chasing your waterfalls Deep in your corner Lay your weary head down Long ago when your ship sailed the Suez You cracked as you loaded a round Long ago all the young men saluted Lay your weary head down Lay your weary head down Lay it down Lay your weary head down Lay your weary head down