Come With Me

Copyright 2002, 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.

	CHORUS:

	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