Lycia 39 - Pannea

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

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 storytellers say That the score brave souls inside For many a lonely day Sailed across the milky seas Never 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 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 their hearts so heavenly weigh For the Earth is old and grey Little darling went away But, my love, this cannot be For so many years have gone Though I'm older, but a year Your mother's eyes, from 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 that 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 For my life, still ahead, pity me