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That might be the old man calling me, sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, calling for his sons and daughters
Old man he s a mountain, somewhere in your memory, maybe there s always time for another christmas song
hope everyone s connected to that long distance phone
old man he s a mountain
i m going to call
The beat of distant africa or a polish factory town, so take a minute to remember the part of you Jethro, call all my children home
Old man he s calling for his supper, that might be the old man calling me, the beat of distant africa or a polish factory town
Old man he s an island, got appointments to keep now
that might be the old man calling me
somewhere in your memory
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, mist blowing round some headland, old man he s a-waking says
old man he s a mountain
Everyone is from somewhere, calling for his whisky
I m going to call, calling for his whisky Another, somewhere in your memory
everyone is from somewhere
Old man is asleep now, sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, everyone is from somewhere
Old man he s calling for his supper, the beat of distant africa or a polish factory town
Hope everybody s ringing on their own bell this fine morning, old man he s calling for his supper, old man he s calling for his supper
calling all his children round
Old man is asleep now, how many wars you fighting out there this winter s morning Song, the beat of distant africa or a polish factory town
The beat of distant africa or a polish factory town, dreaming of his sons and daughters, the beat of distant africa or a polish factory town
Somewhere in your memory, proving that the blood is strong Christmas, everyone is from somewhere
The beat of distant africa or a polish factory town, sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming
The beat of distant africa or a polish factory town, everyone is from somewhere
Even if you ve never been there, sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming
Calling for his whisky, calling all his children round
Somewhere in your memory, hope everybody s dancing to their own drum this fine morning Jethro, mist blowing round some headland
Got appointments to keep now, old man he s a-waking says
even if you ve never been there
hope everybody s dancing to their own drum this fine morning
i m going to call
hope everybody s ringing on their own bell this fine morning
Maybe there s always time for another christmas song, call all my children home
i m going to call
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming, mist blowing round some headland
Calling for his sons and daughters, calling for his sons and daughters, so take a minute to remember the part of you
everyone is from somewhere
That might be the old man calling me, mist blowing round some headland
Proving that the blood is strong, i m going to call
So take a minute to remember the part of you, everyone is from somewhere, old man he s a mountain
old man he s calling for his supper
Old man he s a-waking says, hope everyone s connected to that long distance phone
i m going to call
I m going to call, the beat of distant africa or a polish factory town
The beat of distant africa or a polish factory town, got appointments to keep now Another, sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming