39 – Queen.

In the year of thirty-nine

Assembled here the volunteers

In the days when lands were few

Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn

The sweetest sight ever seen

And the night followed day

And the story tellers say

That the score brave souls inside

For many a lonely day

Sailed across the milky seas

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’ll take your hand

In the land that our grand-children knew

In the year of thirty-nine

Came a ship in from the blue

The volunteers came home that day

And they bring good news

Of a world so newly born

Though their hearts so heavily weigh

For the earth is old and grey

little darlin’ we’ll away

But my love this cannot be

Oh so many 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’ll take your hand

In the land that our grand-children 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.