Thought you would like this.

Those Faded Suits Of Green

i am standing at my window

i can hear the tramp of feet

i can hear the soldiers marching

down the bush road and the street

they are coming in to vision

now they can be plainly seen

that swinging of the figures

in those faded suits of green

suits that went in to the dye pot

in a hurry as you know

for the japs was at our door

a crafty cruel foe

no time for fuss and finish

very little lay between

those swarming hords of nippon

and those faded suits of green

the dye came in patches

of pale yellow , green and brown

they were fashioned for the jungle

not for touring round the town

they were not mean't for dandies

just to stand in or preen

they were made for men of action

the faded suits of green

they were men that went to out posts

to the flies , dust and heat

to monotony and boredom

no offensive no retreat

and they missed the path to glory

with their mates at alamein

they were left to guard australia

in their faded suits of green

on the battle fields of papua

on the shores of milne bay

on the road to far kokoda

and down gona , buna way

through the fever stricken jungle

where the nippon lurked unseen

in to slime , slush and slaughter

went those faded suits of green ,

pressing onwards ever onwards

rivers crossed and pathways strange , 

facing death , defying danger

on the owen stanley range

up the hills and down the valleys

through the deep and dark ravine

torn and tattered splashed with crimson

went those faded suits of green , 

standing at my window

my thoughts wing as before , 

to the rice fields of malaya

to the docks of singapore , 

to the prison camps of nippon

where our comrades , guant lean and weary ,

wait there to be rescued

by those faded suits of green ,

they are coming captive soldiers

tho the way be grim and hard

they will fight to the finish

inch by inch and yard by yard

for no suits of shining armour

worn by knights before a queen ,

ever held such pride and honour

as those faded suits of green ,

when the bells of peace are ringing

as they did in days of yore ,

when the hated sounds of war drums

shall have ceased for ever more ,

when we live in love and laughter

and happiness serene

oh australia

please remember , those faded suits of green.