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