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In the year of thirty nine 
assembled here the volunteers. 
In the days when the lands were few. 
Here the ship sailed out 
in to the blue and sunny morn. 
The sweetest sight ever seen. 

And the night followed day, 
and the story tellers say 
that the score brave souls inside 
Mmmmm for many a lonely day 
sailed a cross the milky seas. 
Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried. 

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you  
Write your letters in the sand 
for the day I take your hand 
In the land that our grandchildren knew.
 
In the year of thirty nine 
came a ship in from the blue. 
The volunteers came home that day. 
And they bring good news 
of a world so newly born. 
Though their hearts so heavily weigh.
 
For the earth is old and grey, 
little darlin', we'll a way. 
But my love, this cannot be. 
Oh, so many years have gone. 
Now I'm older but a year, 
your mothers eyes in your eyes cry to me.
 
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you  
Write your letters in the sand 
for the day I take your hand 
In the land that our grandchildren knew.

Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you  
All your letters in the sand 
cannot heal me like your hand 

for my life, 
still a head 
pity me