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• Artiste: Kathy Mattea
• Titre: Calling Me Home
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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.