I looked at the body lying there,
The suntanned face, the short blonde hair.
Ten minutes ago, he was feeling fine.
Nine minutes ago, he stood on a mine.
He was a fine example of an Australian man,
So what was he doing in Viet Nam?
He was doing his duty, he’d signed on the line,
And just happened to be there on this day in time.
He’ll go home now to his friends and kin,
And they’ll join us in mourning for him.
But there’ll be no hero’s welcome for this young man,
Because he died in Viet Nam.
How much must we pay for doing our job?
Why did we come home and face a mob?
There’ll be no hero’s welcome for you young man,
Because you served in Viet Nam.
By Bob Lange