kumbaworld
39
Queen
In the year of ´39 assembled here the volunteers
In the days when the lands were few
And the ship sailed out into the blue and misty morn
The sweetest sign ever seen.

And the night followed day
And the story tellers say
The score brave souls inside
For so 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.

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

In the year of ´39 a simple ship came from the blue
The volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news from a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
Now 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 now 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
Write your letters in the sand for the day I take your hand
In the land when 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

All my life
Still ahead
Pity me.