I can hear my mother calling
As I stumble on my way
I still see her beauty
In each and every day
The last words that were spoken
I can still recall
You’ll come right on home son
When there’s no place left to fall.
"Yet when it seems I can’t go on much more
Like there’s a lock on every door
Soon there’s always one more journey to begin
I’m still out here in the rain
Lord I feel the pain
How I wish I could find my way home"
I can hear my father calling
As the night is closing in
In this dark and dreary desert
As the cold wild winds begin
Through trials and tribulations
I can still recall
You’ll come right on home son
When there’s no place left to fall:
© Matt Manning.2003. IMRO/BMI