'39 sing and play along

In the year of thirtynine assembled here the volunteers,

the in the days when lands were few,

here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn,

though the sweetest sight ever seen.

And the night is followed and day.

grey, And the story tellers say

That the score brave souls inside.

Oh, For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas,

Your 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.

In the year of thritynine as came a ship in from the blue,

the volunteers came home that day,

and they bring good news in of a world so newly born,

though their hearts so heavily weigh.

For the night is followed and day.

grey, little darlin', we'll away.

But my love, this can not be,

Oh, so many a 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 hand,

In the land that our grandchildren knew.

In the land that our grandchildren knew.

Don't you All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand,

for my life still ahead, pity me.