The Soldier With His Banjo

The Soldier With His Banjo – Words and Music Terry Bennetts – copyright 2004

Thumbing through old photographs
Taken long ago
Came across this fella
Strumming on his old banjo
His eyes they held a sparkle
Face split with a grin
Playing on his banjo
Made from a kerosene tin

Sitting dressed in khaki’s
With his slouch hat on
Underneath the photo read
Tobruk, Nineteen Forty One
Can’t help but wonder if he made it home
Made it back here to his kin
Home playing on his banjo
Made from a kerosene tin

Did he play it for his mates
‘Round the army camp at night
Did he help to ease their fears away
Did it help to win their fight
So back in the year of forty one
I wonder how it would have been
For the Soldier with his banjo
Made from a kerosene tin

Thumbing through old photographs
Taken long ago
I came across this fella
Strumming on his old banjo
His eyes they held a sparkle
Face split with a grin
Playing on his banjo
Made from a kerosene tin

His eyes they held a sparkle
His face split with a grin
The Soldier with his banjo
Made from a kerosene tin

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