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