In the year of thir-ty-nine, as-sem-bled here the vol-un-teers, in the days when the lands were few. Here the ship sailed out in-to the blue and sun-ny morn. Sweet-est sight ev-er seen. And the night fol-lowed day, and the sto-ry-tell-ers say, that the score brave souls in-side. Mmm, for man-y a lone-ly day sailed a-cross the milk-y seas. Ne磂r looked back, nev-er feared, nev-er cried. Don磘 you hear my call? Though you磖e man-y years a-way. Don磘 you hear me call-in you? Write your let-ters in the sand, for the day I take your hand in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew. Don磘 you hear my call? Don磘 you hear me call-in you? Write your let-ters in the sand, for the day I take your hand in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew. In the year of thir-ty-nine, as-sem-bled here the vol-un-teers, in the days when the lands were few. Here the ship sailed out in-to the blue and sun-ny morn. Sweet-est sight ev-er seen. And the night fol-lowed day, and the sto-ry-tell-ers say, that the score brave souls in-side. Mmm, for man-y a lone-ly day sailed a-cross the milk-y seas. Ne磂r looked back, nev-er feared, nev-er cried. Don磘 you hear my call? Though you磖e man-y years a-way. Don磘 you hear me call-in you? Write your let-ters in the sand, for the day I take your hand in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew. Don磘 you hear my call though you磖e man-y years a-way? Don磘 you hear me call-in you? All your let-ters in the sand can-not heal me like your hand. For my life still a-head, pit-y me. Don磘 you hear my call? Don磘 you hear me call-in you? Write your let-ters in the sand, for the day I take your hand in the land that our grand-chil-dren knew. Don磘 you hear my call though you磖e man-y years a-way? Don磘 you hear me call-in you? All your let-ters in the sand can-not heal me like your hand. For my life still a-head, pit-y me.