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 goodbye
My body's bound but my soul will fly
My little light shinin' 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

Copyright: AGATE HILL PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Alice Gerrard