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 morn
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’ll take
your hand
In the land that our
grand-children
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 away
But my love this
cannot be
Oh 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’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.
