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by Brian May
'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 darlin' 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
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