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.
