paroles de chanson Take Me to Calcutta - Remo Fernandes

Father, there's so much peace here at home
But not enough out there
Mother, there's so much love here at home
Hardly any out there
Father, we've so much grain in the barn
Not even grass out there
Mother, we've so much laughter and fun
Not even tears out there
Brother, there's so much comfort in here
Not a roof out there
Sister, it's so clean in here
Only gutters out there
They need me, I cannot hang on here
I've got to get up and go
He's calling, He's calling loud and clear
He's standing right by the door
Take me to Calcutta where they need me
I want to make my life worth it's while
Take me to Calcutta where they can use me
And maybe I can make somebody smile
Father, I need to go to their side
To see His smile in their eyes
Mother, I need to look inside
To see Him through His disguise
I know that you shall miss me at home
Just as I shall miss you
You know that wherever I may roam
There's some things that I've just got to do
Brother, I don't want to say goodbye
To the farm where I have grown
Sister, I just know I have to try
And I have to do it alone
I'm going, but don't you cry for me
I'm not alone deep inside
I'm leaving, but don't you sigh for me
For He is here by my side
Take me to Calcutta where they need me
I wanna make my life worth it's while
Take me to Calcutta where they can use me
And maybe I can make somebody smile
Oh why must you so far, my child
Why must you go so far
Why give up the comfort of your family
Why must you go so far
Suffering is almost a mania
Right here in Albania
If you want to help the poor
Look no more
You'll find as many as you need
Right outside our door
No one's driving a fancy car
No one's eating caviar
So you don't have to leave us and go so far
You don't have to go so far far far far
Father, what you say is true
There's misery everywhere
Mother, I agree with you
There's hunger everywhere
But there's poverty, and there is Poverty
Oh there's a difference I'm sure
Some are poor, and some are poorer
But these are the poorest of the poor
Whom the world does abhor
Whom most rich folk ignore
Please bless me and let me go
All right then
Go on to Calcutta my child
We know you'll make your life worth its' while
Go on to Calcutta where they can use you
We know you're going to make somebody smile
Oh thank you! Thank you my family! Thank you my Lord
I'm going to Calcutta where they need me
I'm going to make my life worth it's while
I'm going to Calcutta where they can use me
And maybe I can make somebody smile
I'm going to Calcutta where they need me
She's going
I'm going to make my life worth it's while
She's going
I'm going to Calcutta where they can use me
And maybe I can make somebody smile
Goodbye, father
Goodbye, mother
Goodbye, brother
Goodbye, sister
Goodbye, Skopja