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_ Eb _ Ab _ _ _ In Eb the year of 39, a Fm simple year, the volunteers, Db in the days Ab when lands Eb were few,.
_ _ Fm Hear their ships sail down Db to the blue and sunny morn, Eb _ .
sweetest sight Ab ever seen.
_ Eb And the night followed day, Bb and the Bbm storytellers say, Fm the score of brave souls Bb inside.
Bbm _ Ab For many a lonely day, Eb sailed across the milky Db seas, never back, Eb never Ab fear, Eb never cry.
_ Ab Don't you hear my call, Db though you're many Ab years away, don't you hear me call.
Eb _ _ _ Ab Write your letters in the sand, Db for the Ab day Bbm I take your hand, Ab in the Db Eb land that I Ab brand you with me.
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_ _ Eb the year of 39, Fm came a shipping from the blue, the Db volunteers Ab came home that Eb.
day.
And Fm they bring good Ab news, of Db a world so newly born, though Eb their hearts so heavily Ab.
weigh.
For Eb the earth is old and grey, Bb little Bbm darlin' willow way, but Fm my love is gonna Bb.
Bbm be.
Oh, Ab so many years have gone, though Eb I'm older, but I hear Db your father's eyes, from Ab your eyes, cry Eb to me.
Don't Ab you hear my call, though Db you're many Ab years away, don't you hear me Eb callin' you.
_ Ab Write your letters Fm in the sand, for Db the day Ab I Bbm take your hand, Ab in the land that Eb I'll Ab grant you the Eb new.
_ Ab Don't you hear my _ Db call, though you're many Ab years away, don't you hear me callin' Eb _ .
_ you.
Ab All your C letters Fm in the sand, Db cannot Ab heal me Bbm like your Fm hand, for my Eb life's still ahead, Ab pity me.
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