Sweet baby Jesus, come talk to menI need to see you smilenThe cows in the meadow refuse to come homenMy children all grown and with childnThe fires don't burn like they did beforenThey shuffle and spark in the loamnI can no longer build, so if it's alright with younCan I please come homennSweet baby Jesus, come sit with menBut watch that third step by the doornI've been meaning to fix it, but my shakes are real badnMy hands aren't my hands anymorenDo you remember I sang to younAs I planted this house's first stonenAnd I can no longer build, so if it's alright with younCan I please come homennTura liy, tura liy, tura liy