Calling Me Home

An old friend lay on his dying bed
Held my hand to his bony breast
And he whispered low as I bend my head
Oh, they’re calling me home, they’re calling me come.

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 bit me goodbye,
My body’s bound but my soul shall fly
My little light shining from the sky
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.