In the year of '39
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.
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.
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In the year of '39,
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 weight.
For the earth is old and grey,
little darling we'll away
but my love this cannot be.
For so many years have gone
though I'm older but a year.
Your mother's 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 take your hands.
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 ahead !
Pity Me !