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
  Never 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 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 darling we'll away
  But my love this cannot be...
  Oh so many years have gone, though I'm older than a year
  Your mothers 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