Letras: Pretty Maids. '39.

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