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   Sweetest sight ever seen      And the night followed day   And the story tellers say   That the score brave souls inside   Oh, for many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas   Never looked back, never cried, never cried, come on      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      Oh, oh, oh