Written by Brian May            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      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 acloss the milky seas      Neeer 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 letter 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 thier hearts so heavily weigh      For 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 though I'm older but a year      Your mother's eyes in your eyes cry to me            Chorus            Don't you hear my call though you're many years away      Don't you hear me calling you      All the letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand            For my life       Still ahead      Pity me