Nanni Svampa - Im listening for the call

Wh^Den I was a li^Attle boy, I he^Gard about the la^Dst days Some morning when the L^Aord will come ag^Gain I r^Demember how the Sa^Aints of Old s^Gang about his comi^Dng Guess I didn't think that m^Auch about it th^Gen

Soon the ye^Dars took me f^Aar away and ch^Gurch became a m^Demory I lived my life beli^Aeving they were wr^Gong But e^Dveryday I l^Aive I see those pr^Gophesies fulf^Dilling By the signs of the ti^Ames, I bel^Gieve it won't be lo^Dng

In the e^Dast, on a clo^Aud He'll be com^Ging for his child^Dren And the monuments of s^Ain will surely fa^Gll I can s^Dee by the wo^Ard that the d^Gay is drawing near^Der I'm not looking for the s^Aigns anymo^Gre I'm listening for the cal^Dl ^{A G D A G}

Take a lo^Dok in the Bi^Able and you'll r^Gead of war and fam^Dine You'll read about when m^Aen will fall aw^Gay Two tho^Dusand years a^Ago upon the pa^Gges that was writ^Dten But I'm telling you it so^Aunds just like toda^Gy

In the e^Dast, on a clo^Aud He'll be co^Gming for his chi^Dldren And the monuments of s^Ain will surely fa^Gll I can s^Dee by the wo^Ard that the d^Gay is drawing nea^Drer I'm not looking for the s^Aigns anymor^Ge I'm listening for the cal^Dl ^{A G D A G}

I can s^Dee by the wo^Ard that the d^Gay is drawing neare^Dr I'm not looking for the s^Aigns anymor^Ge I'm listening for the cal^Dl ^{A G D}