Calling Me
No matter how far I wander
Over hill or glen or vale;
Your voice is always calling me
To another untried trail.
I think perhaps I will find you
When the birds begin to sing
And the buds and bulbs are bursting
In those first sweet days of spring.
Or will you come in summertime?
Oh yes, I am sure you will,
When bright flowers line the pathway
As you’re running down the hill.
Or the fall will surely bring you
Before first days of frost.
You’ll find your way upon the wind
With love I thought was lost.
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