| An old friend lay on his dying bed
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| Held my hand to his bony breast
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| And he whispered low as I bent my head
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| Oh they’re calling me home
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| They’re calling me home
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| My time has come to sail away
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| I know you’d love for me to stay
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| But I miss my friends of yesterday
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| Oh they’re calling me home
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| They’re calling me home
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| I know you’ll remember me when I’m gone
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| Remember my stories, remember my songs
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| I’ll leave them on earth, sweet traces of gold
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| Oh they’re calling me home
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| They’re calling me home
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| So friends gather 'round and bid me goodbye
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| My body’s bound but my soul shall fly
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| My little light’s shining from the sky
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| Oh they’re calling me home
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| They’re calling me home
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| My time has come to sail away
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| I know you’d love for me to stay
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| But I miss my friends of yesterday
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| Oh they’re calling me home
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| They’re calling me home |