Come tome Come to me
Come tome down from the hill
Lay down your hatchet and lift up the latch
And come to the cottage where I wait for you still

She makes braids by the bedside, love by the lamplight
Echoes of the poems heard only at night
He lifts off her laces and lovingly embraces
The warmth of the woman that he loves so well
And he says

Come to me Come to me
Come to me, say that you will
Come to me Come to me
Come to me, say that you will

Stars rise in her eyes, dawn in the sunrise
Watering the vines of the plants hanging down
Bearded and burly he leaves off early
Heading for the hill of the mountain town
He thinks about his young bride
Still feels her by his side
Thinks about the time when the sun goes down
And she calls

Come to me Come to me
Come to me down from the hill
Lay down your hatchet and lift up the latch
And come to the cottage where I wait for you still
Where I wait for you still

© 1984 Bonnie Burns