Another Christmas Song SongtextIntro
Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell this fine morning.
Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone.
Old man, he's a mountain,
Old man, he's an island,
Old man, he's awaking, says I'm gon-na call, call all my children home.
Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning.
The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old man he's calling for his supper,
he's calling for his whisky,
calling for his sons and daughters,
calling, calling all his children round.
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drums and chanters warning.
Mist blowing round some headland somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere
even if you've never been there.
So take a minute to remember
the part of you that might be the old man calling me.
How many wars you fighting out there this winter's morning.
Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song.
Old man is asleep now,
he's got appointments to keep now,
dreaming of his sons and his daughters.
Yeah! Proving, proving that the blood is strong.
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Writer(s): Ian Scott Anderson, Ian Anderson Copyright: The Ian Anderson Group Of Companies Ltd. Lyrics powered by www.musiXmatch.com