Seven decades in years in time he does span
Far north of this Country he grew into a man
He left his home-town when he had turned nineteen
The bigger World out there waiting to be seen
His wife their children and grandchildren Aussies he may never more
See the Atlantic waves lapping on Brittany's shore
Or watch the dark swallows o'er the coastal fields fly
When the Summer sun shines in the northern sky
The clock on his life it keeps ticking away
And the years have left him looking older and gray
But the distinctive accent of Brittany he does retain
That is something till death that with him will remain
Far south of the town where his life's journey began
Time is catching up on the Brittany man.
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