Юрий РОСС (filibuster60) wrote,
Юрий РОСС
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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
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 take your hand
          In the land that our grandchildren knew.

In the year of '39 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 darling we'll away
     But my love this cannot be
     For 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 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.
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