When I was a boy
I would play on the shore
Where the river flowed
Down to the sea
Watch the ships passing by
Hear the harsh seagulls cry
Wondering what I would be

Calling me home,calling me home
I hear sounds and pictures I see
Time to come home, time to go home
Time to go home for my tea

Now I’ve travelled around
All the sights that I’ve seen
They mean nothing to me
But I still shed a tear
When in my mind I can hear
Those voice, so warm and so clear

Calling me home,calling me home
No matter where I may be
Calling me home, calling me home
Time to go home for my tea