Last night I dreamed I passed away and climbed the Golden stair,
And when I reached the Golden Gates, Saint Peter he was there;
He said "I've finally got you, come in and welcome son,
Welcome unto Heaven, your time on earth is done."

March in procedures over, I was shown my new abode,
I met some long lost 'rellies', as I walked down Lyon's Road;
T'was then I saw the sign post, and felt a flash of fear,
The message indicated, that Tigers live 'round here.

My thoughts returned to Vietnam, I could see the tents and tarp,
and someone playing "Dominique" on a big old golden harp;
I marched toward the music, and a doorway opened wide,
and there stood Don McGregor, who beckoned me inside.

The place was rather crowded, but room for plenty more,
So I just kept on a walking, right through that open door;
There were many roads to follow, and the one on which I stood,
was the Gateway to a memory called Highway "Hardihood".

Errol Noack lives down here, and so does Danny Coupe,
John Sweetnam and Les Farren all live down this route;
I turned off into "Sydney Road" Bob Lubke said gudday,
and told me Marian Tomas just lives down Binh Ba way.

A sign post reading "Holsworthy" Ray Kennedy's home abode,
And he took a journey with me, a trip down "Crowsnest Road";
Graham Warburton owns that place Norm Womal lives here to,
Gordon D'Antione and Bryan Watson, just to name a few.

There were Tigers living everywhere, as I walked down Canberra Street,
Brian Walker and George Gilbert, I once again did meet;
Bernie Smith then joined me for a walk to Kennedy's place,
I could hear some droning bagpipes, and the tune, Amazing Grace.

'Twas the bagpipes that awoke me and I felt the urge to scream,
Cause I had not quite finished, this very special dream;
But when my days are over, and it comes my turn to die,
I know that I'll be joining the "Tigers In The Sky."