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CALLED HOME
words/music by Ethan Taylor Sellers
Oh Billy, I hear your father calling you
Across the field and through the gloam
It's getting cold tonight and soon the wind will blow
Your dinner waits for you, it's time to come back home.
Oh Billy, I hear your momma calling you
Your fields are plowed, your seeds are sown
Your labor's fruits revealed when harvest moon has shown
But now the fields are dark and it's time to come back home.
The soil you've tilled is rich, the streams run clear
The crops you've sown today increase from year to year
Just as certain as the sunrise fills the land with life and light
So too, we all must take our rest in the stillness of the night.
Oh Billy, I hear your sister calling you
And it's time you should be going
From inside the house, I can see a candle glowing
Rest easy, Billy dear, it's your time to come home.
I'll listen for your voice, when it's my time to come home. |
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