Death Sighing


The man who loves Wonthaggi is showing his years in gray
And back in the mid fifties he was in his prime day
When he played for East Wonthaggi and he often recall
The year he won the Club's best and fairest the best player

East Wonthaggi now a defunct club their colours no longer seen
But memories of his football days with him are evergreen
Born and raised in Wonthaggi and into a man there he did grow
And in his Hometown he's seen changes as the Seasons come and go.

Amongst his friends and family five miles from the sea shore
In Cameron Street he will be laid to rest forever more
In the historical ex coalmining Town where he first saw light of day
In Wonthaggi in Gippsland his bones will forever lay.

The man who loves Wonthaggi grows old in his Homeplace
For decades now around the Town his a familiar face
He played for East Wonthaggi and their juernsey he wore with pride
In the late forties and the fifties before the old club died.

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