In the year of '39, assembled here the volunteersIn the days when lands were fewHere the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny mornThe sweetest sight ever seen
And the night followed dayAnd the story tellers sayThat the score brave souls insideFor many a lonely day sailed across the milky seasNe'er looked back, never feared, never cried
Don't you hear my call though you're many years awayDon't you hear me calling youWrite your letters in the sandFor the day I take your handIn the land that our grandchildren knew
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blueThe volunteers came home that dayAnd they bring good news of a world so newly bornThough their hearts so heavily weighFor the Earth is old and grey, little darling, we'll awayBut my love, this cannot beOh, so many years have gone though I'm older but a yearYour 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 handIn 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 handFor my lifeStill aheadPity me