text: 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
  For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
  Neer looked back, never feared, never cried
  Dont you hear my call though youre many years away?
  Dont 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 darlin, wellaway
  But my love, this cannot be
  For so many years are gone though Im older but a year
  Your mothers eyes from your eyes cry to me
  Dont you hear my call though youre many years away?
  Dont 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
  Dont you hear my call though youre many years away?
  Dont you hear me calling you?
  All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
  For my life, still ahead, pity me