On a cool Colonial verandah, he used to sit there with his pipe.
I was eight years old when he was eighty;
He was the hero in my life.
And the Captain from the Salvation Army would say
"Sandy, thank you for listening to my sermon today,
There's a soul I can save with the money that you gave,
You're a very good soul, you are Sandy".
Sandy, Sandy, grey and grizzly.
Told me I should never tell a lie.
Answered all my whys, sometimes dried my eyes
And told me 'bout his Foreman in the sky.
In a boarding house behind the station,
They found him ailing by himself.
He was fighting the devil's blackwater;
But said he didn't need no help.
And the Captain from the Salvation Army said
"Sandy, you know that there will always be a bed
In our haven for you, there's tobacco to chew.
You're a very sick man you are Sandy".
Sandy, Sandy, grey and grizzly.
Told me I should never tell a lie.
Answered all my whys, sometimes dried my eyes
And told me 'bout his Foreman in the sky.
There were only four at the graveside,
The wake, and to carry him along.
There was me and the council undertaker,
My father and the Captain and his song
And the Captain from the Salvation Army cried
"Sandy, I was glad I could be there when you died.
The new world could do with a few more like you,
You're a very good soul you are Sandy".
Sandy, Sandy, grey and grizzly.
Told me I should never tell a lie.
Answered all my whys, sometimes dried my eyes
And told me 'bout his Foreman in the sky.
And told me 'bout his Foreman in the sky.
Now he's gone to see his foreman in the sky.