Call then
Call then
call
and from the other side
leaning over
bending low and smiling
I will come.
Stand aside
make way
make music
come and listen
Over and over again
you cry and I come
you listen and forget.
Brother, I say
friend, I say
and you eat your supper
take offence
storm like thunder
and build a fence.
So I wander away
and let you forget
and come back when
you least expect.
And why do I come?
I have to live.
In each of you
I have to live.
I call you
and love you
and lead you away
as many as I may
to a brighter day.
gently I call you
softly I come
wide is my hand
and wide are my eyes
that understand.
To listen to your troubles
my ears are keen
and I sit by you
and I stand by you
and I feel you lean.
Nearer we walk
together on the green
and need not talk
for we both have seen.

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