If I could catch a shooting star
I promise to keep it for you
If I could write a song
I promise it will be sung for you
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A hand pass out of the pack
Without needing to look back
Holding the premiership cup up high
A banner proclaiming God to run by
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We gathered by the sea
Port Elliott it would be
Course 47 brothers each one
Remembering good times and having fun
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The diggers looked around
As they marched over the ground
Of the Menin Gate at Ieper town
And their chiseled names shone brightly down
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The people came to Alberton
To honour the man whose life was won
For he played the Port Adelaide way
And Russell Ebert won our hearts we say
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On his Mum's lap Charlie sits so quietly
Cuddling close with a lick for her occasionally
At other times he is together with Lucy
Exploring their world and running free
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The gentle breeze carries you to me
In scented freedom drifting easily
And your soft voice makes promises so clear
That are whispered lowly in my ear
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Standing up in the back seat
Out with my family complete
Just seeing over my father's shoulder
Being 8 or 9 years no older
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The journey had lasted several years
Whilst the crew slept together with no fear
Through space they accelerated
To an earth like planet they anticipated
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Just teach me a piece of reality
Here and now is something to see
Just take it one day at a time
And it will be so very fine
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