Chapter 40 call
like when i was little
In the cauliflower field behind the house
play till dark
The sun is setting, the sweat is already blowing cold
Always seems to hear, far
mother call me
the sound of dinner
can imagine old age
The sun is setting, the sweat is already blowing cold
In an ancient house five thousand years deep
just turn on a light
just a call
More comforting and touching than hours
Far away, call me home