(May) 


'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 

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 grand-children 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