THE herds are gathered in from plain and hill, Who's that a-calling? The boys are sleeping and the boys are still, Who's that a-calling? 'Twas the wind a-sighing in the prairie grass, Who's that a-calling? Or wild birds singing overhead as they pass. Who's that a-calling? Making heart and pulse to beat. No, no, it wasn't earthly sound I heard, Who's that a-calling? It was no sigh of breeze or song of bird, Who's that a-calling? For the tone I heard was softer far than these, Who's that a-calling? 'Twas loved ones' voices from far off across the seas | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |