I can hear your call
From under the shed in the field
When cold winter begins to fall
I can hear your call
From the little brook that turns white
And along with it pebbles silently roll
I can hear your call
From the slender path running down
To where from comes sounds of knoll
I can hear your call
When you sit on the steps to rest
And the evening star rises slow and dull
I can hear your call
Into my heart you come to stay
When in gloaming shadows grow tall
I can hear your call
From the abode beyond the clouds
Destination for all, whether big or small
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