I knew him when I worked at Wiltshire Lane
A nice young chap Paul Baker was his name
He worked for Norman James in Norman's truck
But now he's gone to live one does need luck.
He was a good and decent sort of lad
A gentleman man in him there was no bad
Just twenty years and young for one to die
And why death chose him don't ask the reason why? .
'Twas God called him and God can do no wrong
And to God's kingdom his soul now belong
And he is worthy of true minstrel's song
And he is sadly missed from Buninyong.
He had his hopes and he had his joys and fears
And he knew laughter, happiness and tears,
He travelled much and he enjoyed his beers
A lot of life crammed into twenty years.
No never more no never more again
Will he drive around in truck with Norman James
His soul now in God's Kingdom free of pain
And Buninyong's loss is surely Heaven's gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem