Album: Come My Way

Come My Way [Version 1]

The wild mountain thyme that grows around my door
Has grown there for two score years or more
And I've grown weary waiting for love to say
";Come my way, come my way.";
The brook that sings and twinkles in the sun
Has danced this mercy dance since time begun
But o how weary and how long the day will he say
";Come my way.";
Lovers all around, I wish you joy
Happiness to every girl and boy.
But sometimes spare a thought of me and say
";Love come her way,"; come my way.