Calling Me Home (Kathy Mattea)

An old friend lay on his dying bed

Held my hand to his bony breast

And he whispered low as I bent my head

Oh, they’re calling me home

They’re calling me home

                       

My time has come to sail away

I know you’d love for me to stay

But I miss my friends of yesterday

Oh, they’re calling me home

They’re calling me home

                       

I know you’ll remember me when I’m gone

Remember my stories, remember my songs

I’ll leave them on earth, sweet traces of gold

Oh, they’re calling me home

They’re calling me home

                       

So, friends, gather round, and bid me good-bye

My body’s bound, but my soul shall fly

My little light’s shining from the sky

Oh, they’re calling me home

They’re calling me home

In November we remember All Souls...

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