1. The Caller

From the recording The Turning Stone


The Caller
Put on your gloves put on your boots
Today you work son

The steel is wet from all your sweat
And all your tears gone
And when I close my eyes
And all that I can think about is you
I am the caller come sing with me

You cut it here you cut it there
You are a number

You watch the clock while all machine
They roar and thunder
You never chose this life my friend
Well it has chosen you

And from the days of old
You carry on the work of man

As I walk from the old into the new world

And fall down upon your soil

As I walk along the road of understanding

While they toil with your soul