(Aaah\ldots)
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D
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Em
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In the |
year |
of ’39 assembled |
here |
the volunteers. |
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C
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G
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D
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In the |
days |
when |
lands |
were |
few. |
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Em
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G
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Here the |
ship |
sailed |
out |
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C
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C
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into the |
blue |
and sunny morn. |
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G
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D
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G
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Swee |
test |
sight |
ever |
seen.
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D
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And the |
night |
followed day, |
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Ebo
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and the |
story |
tellers say |
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Em
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Am
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Am
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that the |
score |
brave souls in |
side |
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D
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sailed |
acr |
oss the milky seas. |
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C
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D
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G
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Ne’er looked |
back, |
never |
fear |
ed, never |
cried.
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G
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Don’t you |
hear |
my call, |
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C
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G
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though you’re |
many |
years a |
way? |
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G
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D
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Don’t you |
hear |
me calling |
you? |
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G
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Bm
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Em
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Write your |
let |
ters |
in |
the |
sand |
D6
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Bm
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Am
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for |
the |
day |
I |
take |
your |
hand |
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Bm
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D7
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G
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in the |
land |
that our |
grand |
children |
knew.
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Em
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In the |
year |
of ’39 came a |
ship |
in from the blue. |
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C
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G
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D
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The volun |
teers |
came |
home |
that |
day. |
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Em
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G
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And they |
bring |
good |
news |
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C
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of a |
world |
so newly born, |
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G
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D
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though their |
hearts |
so |
hea |
vily |
weigh.
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For the |
earth |
is old and grey, |
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Ebo
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little |
dar |
ling we’ll away, |
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Em
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Am
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but my |
love |
this cannot |
be. |
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G
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For so |
many |
years have gone |
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D
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though I’m |
older |
but a year. |
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C
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D
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G
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Your mother’s |
eyes, |
from your |
eyes, |
cry to |
me. |
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G
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Don’t you |
hear |
my call, |
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C
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G
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though you’re |
many |
years a |
way? |
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G
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|
D
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don’t you |
hear |
me calling |
you? |
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G
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Bm
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Em
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All the |
let |
ters |
in |
the |
sand |
D6
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C
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Bm
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Am
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can |
not |
heal |
me |
like |
your your |
hand |
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D7
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G
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For my |
life, |
still a |
head, |
pity |
me.
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D
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