intro (flute tabbed to guitar)  
 
ocultar tablatura
 
   C               F   C  
e ----3-1--5-3-|-3-1--0----|  
B -1---1-------|1-1----1---|  
G -------------|-----------|
  
 
verse  
 
C                G                F              Am  
Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell this morning  
C                 G             F               C  
Hope everyone's connected to the long distance phone  
G                C  
Old man, he's a mountain  
G                 Am  
Old man he's an  island  
F             Dm           F                                 C  
Old man he's awaking says "I'm gonna call, call my children home"  
 
intro and verses repeated.  
 
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.  
Calling for his whisky.  
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah ---  
calling all his children round.  
   
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming.  
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're fighting out there, this winter's morning?  
Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song.  
Old man he's asleep now.  
Got appointments to keep now.  
Dreaming of his sons and daughters, and proving ---  
proving that the blood is strong.