'39

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

Sweetest sight ever seen



And the night followed day

And the story tellers say

That the score brave souls inside

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

Never looked back, never cried, never cried, come on



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



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



Oh, oh, oh