| In the year of '39 assembled here the Volunteers
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| In the days when lands were few
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| Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
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| The sweetest sight ever seen
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| And the night followed day
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| And the story tellers say
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| That the score brave souls inside
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| For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
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| Never looked back, never feared, never cried
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| Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away
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| Don’t you hear me calling you
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| Write your letters in the sand
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| For the day I take your hand
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| In the land that our grandchildren knew
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| In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
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| The volunteers came home that day
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| And they bring good news of a world so newly born
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| Though their hearts so heavily weigh
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| For the earth is old and grey, little darling we’ll away
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| But my love this cannot be
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| For so many years have gone though I’m older but a year
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| Your mother’s eyes from your eyes cry to me
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| Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away
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| Don’t you hear me calling you
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| Write your letters in the sand
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| For the day I take your hand
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| In the land that our grandchildren knew
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| Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away
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| Don’t you hear me calling you
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| All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
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| For my life
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| Still ahead
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| Pity Me |