Here on Coogee Beach

Every Tuesday sure enough they’re thereYou’ll find them – well you knowBehind the locked door – behind the swing doorsTheir brown-as-berry faces and crisscrossed backsThe stripes worn for times done and spentDown here down on Coogee BeachIt’s always a laugh, always a giggleThe stories and recounts of their youth, their happy daysThe boys, the men, […]


There’s a flag at half mast over Coogee todayThe folks are remembering a friend passed awayHe never asked – he wouldn’t knowHow much they really loved him so.There’s a flag at half-mast over Coogee today,An old lady’s head bows as she wipes a tear awayShe’s remembering his smile, his friendly wordAll things he told her […]