My love is calling me home,
my love is calling me home,
Home is where I'll go.
When I'm old and slow,
when I'm old and slow,
I'll hold the hand of my love.
But I found my love's gone cold,
well I found my love's gone cold,
Cried so hard my eyes were burning holes.
Now the sun don't shine no more,
well the sun don't shine,
the wind has stopped its blow.
I'm old and slow ,lonely, and alone.
