The Ex Refugee

Back in the nineteen fifties his Homeland Hungary he was forced to flee And he arrived in Melbourne Victoria as a young refugee He married a good Aussie woman they have one lovely daughter Jo He now is close to seventy and his hard life on him show. He has not been back to Hungary since he left decades ago And he does not have any family or kin there now and none there he would know He is now an Aussie citizen and in Australia he will stay Until the Reaper claims him the one who will claim all of us one day. He does not have an enemy and one could not ask for a better friend And if you ask him for a loan money to you he will lend To help those in need of helping he has gone out of his way And those who know him hold him in high esteem and good things of him say. What is a great loss to Hungary is surely Australia's gain And the strong accent he brought with him is a thing he does retain The young refugee of the fifties is showing his years in gray And the clock on his life is ticking and time ticks and ticks away. He does not pine for Hungary his old Homeland far away And in this great Southern Country his bones will forever lay A good and decent fellow his heart is in the right place And in the Southern Coastal Town his is a well known face.