Текст и слова песни Hank Snow – Home Call
At the close of the day when the sun sinks away
Below the western sea
Then I'll seek my rest in a little love nest
Built for Carrie, Anita and me.
A big mora's chair awaits for me there
Beside a bright log fire
My babe at my knee and my wife sings with me
While I strum on my old guitar.
In fact we're as happy
As happy can be
Every evening
Just Carrie, Anita and me.
--- Instrumental ---
Everything may go wrong as I pull all day long
But when the shadows fall
Then the cares of the day slip softly away
As I hear that old home call.
A big mora's chair awaits for me there
Beside a bright log fire
My babe at my knee and my wife sings with me
While I strum on my old guitar.
In fact we're as happy
As happy can be
Every evening
Just Carrie, Anita and me...
Below the western sea
Then I'll seek my rest in a little love nest
Built for Carrie, Anita and me.
A big mora's chair awaits for me there
Beside a bright log fire
My babe at my knee and my wife sings with me
While I strum on my old guitar.
In fact we're as happy
As happy can be
Every evening
Just Carrie, Anita and me.
--- Instrumental ---
Everything may go wrong as I pull all day long
But when the shadows fall
Then the cares of the day slip softly away
As I hear that old home call.
A big mora's chair awaits for me there
Beside a bright log fire
My babe at my knee and my wife sings with me
While I strum on my old guitar.
In fact we're as happy
As happy can be
Every evening
Just Carrie, Anita and me...
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