In the year of thirty-nine. Assembled here the volunteers. In the days when lands were few. Here the ship sailed out. into the blue and sunny morning. The sweetest sight ever seen. And the night followed day. And the story tellers say. That the score brave souls inside. For many a lonely day. Sailed across the milky seas. Never 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'll take your hand. In the land that our grandchildren knew. In the year of thirty-nine. Came a ship 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 away. But my love this cannot be. Oh so many years have gone. Though I'm older than a year. Your mothers eyes. from 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'll take your hand. In the land that our grand-children 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 ahead. pity me