Rambler's Call by Joe Mullins

Rambler's Call
by Joe Mullins

Verse 1
When the air is chilly in the morning,
And the golden leaves begin to fall.
When the Lonesome Birds are all south bound
Then I'll hear the ramblers call.

Verse 2
When the smoke is rising from the chimney
To the bluest sky you ever saw
When the moon shines down upon that mountain top
Then I'll hear the ramblers call.

Chorus;
Auturm to the rambler is a lonesome time of year.
Waiting for the snow flakes to fall.
When leaving's heavy on a wayward heart
Then I'll hear the ramblers call.

Verse 3
When the frost has gathered on the tree tops
And the wind blows gently down the hall
When the storm clouds gather on that western sky
Then I'll hear the ramblers call.