In

the

year

of

thir-

ty-

nine,

as-

sem-

bled

here

the

vol-

un-

teers,

in

the

days

when

the

lands

were

few.

Here

the

ship

sailed

out

in-

to

the

blue

and

sun-

ny

morn.

Sweet-

est

sight

ev-

er

seen.

And

the

night

fol-

lowed

day,

and

the

sto-

ry-

tell-

ers

say,

that

the

score

brave

souls

in-

side.

Mmm,

for

man-

y

a

lone-

ly

day

sailed

a-

cross

the

milk-

y

seas.

Ne´er

looked

back,

nev-

er

feared,

nev-

er

cried.

Don´t

you

hear

my

call?

Though

you´re

man-

y

years

a-

way.

Don´t

you

hear

me

call-

in´

you?

Write

your

let-

ters

in

the

sand,

for

the

day

I

take

your

hand

in

the

land

that

our

grand-

chil-

dren

knew.