The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #168402   Message #4070062
Posted By: Sandra in Sydney
29-Aug-20 - 10:04 AM
Thread Name: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
Subject: RE: Rise Up Mudcat Songbook - Australia
geez, Stewie, don't you have anything else to do!

I'd love to put some of Kevin Baker's songs up, but I'd have to type them. Tthere's not much online, just this bio from a 2006 appearance at Sutherland folk club.

Kevin Baker
A long time political activist and historian, Kevin Baker is a brilliant exponent on the social, economic and industrial life of the Illawarra. He has recorded in song the struggles of workers and the despair of unemployment. Kevin’s song The Snowy River Men” is regarded as the most powerful anti-war song ever written. His three recordings, The Snowy River Men, Still a Rich Man’s Land and Harvest and Heartbreak, all his own compositions carry a wealth of Australian history and are an invaluable Australian Folk Collection. A poet/singer/songwriter Kevin knows and feels the real Australia and has that special gift of telling a story in song.

Kevin Baker - Snowy River Men - video

Dear Mrs Allen I write to you today
To say that I was with your son just before he passed away
I trained with him at Goulburn and we traveled on to France
And I was there when he got hit in the German advance.

It seems so long ago since we marched into your town
And all the young men heard the call and signed their name straight down
And the girls and the children proudly all cheered us all along
At Bibbenluke that day was a feast of speech and song.

CHORUS - And the Snowy River men just couldn't march today
There's far too many of them dead for the rest to feel that way
The cold ground of Europe has been watered with their blood
There's a strange new crop of crosses rising in this foreign mud

From Goulburn to Sydney and then a ship from Circular Quay
A spirit of adventure stirred and filled both Les and Me
It was great to be with comrades true and travelling abroad
For a while the war seemed far away and the world was to be toured

In Durban the natives took us travelling in style
In rickshaws that they pulled along at a shilling a mile.
In Capetown we watched the black boys diving in the Bay
The Snowies had a good time there and would have liked to stay

CHORUS - But the Snowy River men just couldn't march today
There's far too many of them dead for the rest to feel that way
The cold ground of Europe has been watered with their blood
There's a strange new crop of crosses rising in this foreign mud

When we landed at Plymouth, we'd spent 8 weeks at sea
And entrained straight way for Wilton where our camp turned out to be,
They treated us well there so we really can't complain
That the sky was grey, the weather bleak and it always seemed to rain

When we set sail for France, the weather had turned fine
And it wasn't long before the call to reinforce the line
Then a shell whined above us and we were raked with stones and mud
And I turned and saw Les sitting there in a pool of his own blood

CHORUS And the Snowy River men just couldn't march today
There's far too many of them dead for the rest to feel that way
The cold ground of Europe has been watered with their blood
There's a strange new crop of crosses rising in this foreign mud

He stared as the blood poured out of his legless thigh
And I carried him back to the aid post close nearby
His blood soaked my uniform but he never breathed a sigh
And I had no idea then that he was going to die

When I left him he spoke of a pain inside his chest
I suppose that's what killed him, I just don't know the rest
But I know that we all miss him and cant help but wonder why
So many Snowy men so quickly had to die.

CHORUS - And the Snowy River men just couldn't march today
There's far too many of them dead for the rest to feel that way
The cold ground of Europe has been watered with their blood
There's a strange new crop of crosses rising in this foreign mud

We hear the king's grateful for all the men who've died
And is sending home a photo of the graves in which they lie
Well I still think that the cause is right but it's not clear any more
Why so many Australian men should die in Europe's war

We hope with our hearts that time will ease the pain
Of never once to see his face or hear his voice again
But I've seen so much death now since that day on which he died
That I can't now be the snowy man that once I was inside

CHORUS - And the Snowy River men just couldn't march today
There's far too many of them dead for the rest to feel that way
The cold ground of Europe has been watered with their blood
There's a strange new crop of crosses rising in this foreign mud