Callie Calling (Milan Miller)

Callie Calling

I hear my Callie calling- calling every night
She stirs around each evening- but never in the light
Haunts me and she taunts me- and fills my heart with fright
I hear my Callie calling- calling every night

Sometimes she whispers
Other times she screams
It’s hard to tell the difference
If she’s real or in my dreams
She’s the creaking in the ceiling
The knock upon the door
The wind outside the window
And the footsteps on the floor

I hear my Callie calling- calling every night
She stirs around each evening- but never in the light
Haunts me and she taunts me- and fills my heart with fright
I hear my Callie calling- calling every night

I’ve still got her fiddle
And the dresses that she wore
Some lace and other frilly things
There in the dresser drawer
Her smile in a frame
And a lock of her golden hair
Treasures turned to talismans
Since I pushed her on the stair

I hear my Callie calling- calling every night
She stirs around each evening- but never in the light
Haunts me and she taunts me- and fills my heart with fright
I hear my Callie calling- calling every night