Genealogy
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.
Year of ’39 by Queen
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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.
Year of ’39 by Queen
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