Home Call — текст песни (Hank Snow)

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 srtum on my old guitar
In fact we`re as happy as happy can be every evening just Carrie Anita and me
[ ac.guitars ]
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...