Pretty Maids - '39

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 dau And the story tellers day 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 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, to a new home 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 in your eyes cry to me. Don't you hear my call though you're many years away Don't you hear me calling you All the letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand For my life Still ahead Pity Me. [1993]