Call Home Waltz

Call Home Waltz – Richard Ruane

There are nights when a cold wind blows out of Dakota
Crosses that river in to Minnesota
Rattles the windows, and seeps under doors
Tell me what are you travelling for

Roll away baby, oh roll away home
Over the prairie, past mountains you’ve flown
There’s nothing good coming way out in the West
Call home, give my poor mind its rest

Daylight might look right to most folks it seems
The best I can say is I’m away from my dreams
And it’s cold and it’s bright and the day lasts too long
Call home. Let me know nothing’s wrong

Roll away baby, oh roll away home
Over the prairie, past mountains you’ve flown
There’s nothing good coming way out in the West
Call home, give my poor mind its rest

Three in the morning and then it turns four
My mind won’t be restful ‘til I know something more
Lights cross my wall from some passing car
Call home. Let me know how you are

Roll away baby, oh roll away home
Over the prairie, past mountains you’ve flown
There’s nothing good coming way out in the West
Call home, give my poor mind its rest

Roll away baby, oh roll away home
Over the prairie, past mountains you’ve flown
There’s nothing good coming way out in the West
Call home.
Give my poor mind its rest