The Calling - Slim Dusty

There’s a legend that I’ve heard about in Ireland

They tell me that it’s called the calling home

Some folk think it’s just imagination

But I have heard the calling on my own

It’s the story of a force within the spirit of those who immigrated years ago

To dwell within the hearts of their descendants

And bless them with the yearning there to go

Have you ever felt the calling calling you home to Ireland, the emerald of the

sea

To the green glens of Antrim

Or tawny Gold Shore

Or the girl who might be waiting in Tralee

Do you ever feel the longing to be in County Down

Have you heard the Midlands calling from Athlone

To Killarney or where’er it be in that fair Irish land

It’s the calling that’s calling you home

It’s passed the test of timeless generations

Oh how I wish I could have known the man

Who left those fields of green in 1820

And never found his way back home again

But he has left the calling here within me

Soon I will set my feet on Erin’s shore

And in my heart he’ll walk along beside me

On the pathway to a dear old cottage door

Have you ever felt the calling calling you home to Ireland, the emerald of the

sea

To the green glens of Antrim

Or tawny Gold Shore

Or the girl who might be waiting in Tralee

Do you ever feel the longing to be in County Down

Have you heard the Midlands calling from Athlone

To Killarney or where’er it be in that fair Irish land

It’s the calling that’s calling you home

It’s the calling that’s calling back home