8. A Bugle Calling
Trooper Herbert Connor
Mist in the valley (I miss home)
Horse hooves on the street (I miss home)
And the Lyrebird sings (I miss home)
Deciduous trees turn the ground to gold
River flows free (I miss home)
Down from Snowy Country (I miss home)
Past the butter factory (I miss home)
Pub calls last drinks and we roll on home
I write my folks I’ll be home soon - I’m lying
Hopes are fading - I miss home
Private Charles Connor
Horseman on the ridge (I miss home)
Across the wooden bridge (I miss home)
Hodges, Rogers, rabbits (I miss home)
The clouds and I in the sky above
Hay bales dotting the hills
Mum’s biscuits on the window sill
Whistle blows at the timber mill
Feeling my hometown deep inside my bones
Ankle-deep in my brother’s blood - We’re freezing
It won’t stop raining - I miss home
Private Chris McRae
One last time through the valley - I’m flying
A bugle calling…. Ahhhh
MIST IN THE VALLEY
The bluff on a summer’s eve (I miss home)
Dad’s fresh brewed coffee (I miss home)
Green grass under my feet (I miss home)
The screech of the cockies
One last time through the valley
I hear the lyrebird singing
I miss home…
The Last Post
All lyrics © Raven & the Dove
Lance Corporal Ernest Henry Mildenhall
Private Charles Edward Mildenhall
All photos of young servicemen from the Buchan-Gelantipy area, courtesy of their families.