Come to me
I have no boat, no boat to sail
Across the cove or the breadth of the bay
I have no breeze, nor gust nor gale
So you have to come to me (someday)
You have to come to me, you have to come to me
My heart’s not strong; my heart is breaking
You have to come to me, you have to come to me
My roots are long; I can’t be shaken
I have no car, no car to spin down
The lonesome highways or the dusty spurs
I know no roads I’ve ever been down
So you have to come to me (I’m yours)
(to Chorus)
I have no trail, no trail to scamper
Through the limestone quarries or the shellmound shores
The trail is darker, the road is damper
So you have to come to me (I’m yours)
I have no boots, no boots for hiking
Through the maple forest or the northern pine
I have no lover to my liking
So you have to come to me (be mine)
(to Chorus)