John wright version lyrics:

CALLING JOE HILL
(Ray Hearne)

Where are the languages we spoke, sparked from the anvil,
When we were music-minded folk?
Calling Joe Hill.
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill

Rhymes in the broken beech wood ring, tuneless and chill
Into the darkness echoing.
Calling Joe Hill.
Leaves in the wildernesses fall, fearing no ill,
Down to the deepest note of all.
Calling Joe Hill.
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill

Through the archangel-haunted night,
Whose songs may still
Quicken the dreamer's second sight.
Calling Joe Hill.
Telling of elemental wrong, teach me the skill-
Maker to maker, tongue to tongue.
Calling Joe Hill.
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill

Songs for the hopelessness of friends hauled through the mill.
Songs with a meaning, in the end.
Calling Joe Hill.
These are the heart's imaginings, when there's a will
Even the broken beeches sing
Calling Joe Hill.
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill
Calling, calling, calling Joe Hill