Song Description
Yearning for past, gentler, lsess hurried times.
| Song Length |
3:09 |
Genre |
Folk - General, Folk - Contemporary |
Lyrics
Come With Me
Copyright 2005 by Mike Murray
There's a time in my mind
Where I know that home is waiting.
Where the color's always autumn
And the wind is always spring
In the stillness of the morning
Your voice softly calling
Through the evening shadows
We can hear a banjo ring.
COME WITH ME, COME WITH ME
TO A LAND THAT KNOWS NO SORROW
TAKE MY HAND AND HALF OF MY BURDEN SHARE.
SING ALONG, SING MY SONG,
WE'LL BE HOME BEFORE TOMORROW
COME THE DAWN WHEN THEY FIND US GONE
WE'LL BE THERE
Where we spend our mornings now
The air is stale and bitter
A nest of little warrens
Cordoned off by five foot walls
Worn and yellowed sunlight
Through filthy tinted windows
Nattering machinery
Waiting for the whistle call.
CHORUS
There's a time in my mind
Where I know that home is waiting.
Where the color's always autumn
And the wind is always spring
In the stillness of the morning
Your voice softly calling
Through the evening shadows
We can hear a banjo ring.
CHORUS (twice)