Calling Me Home (with Francesco Turrisi)

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