Written by Brian May



 



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 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 acloss the milky seas



Neeer 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 letter in the sand



For the day I take your hand



In the land that our grandchildren knew



 



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 thier hearts so heavily weigh



For the earth is old and grey



To a new home 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 in your eyes cry to me



 



Chorus



 



Don't you hear my call though you're many years away



Don't you hear me calling you



All the letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand



 



For my life 



Still ahead



Pity me