Come With Me

Come With Me

By Paul McCann

 

Come with me where the sky is so blue

with the sound of the ocean calling to you .

The music of the water has no spoken word

its sings to the wind like a lonely seabird .

 

Its strange weather for Autumn,

leaves on the trees aren’t falling

Just drifting away on a Autumn day ,

close to the shore where palm trees sway .

 

 

Come with me where the grass is so green ,

with the rolling hills and the valleys in between

there in the stream the trout swim by

and  buttercups are glowing for the butterfly .

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Strange weather for Winter time

It should freezing not in sunshine   .

Riding over the hills and its winter again

with the wild flowers dancing in the rain  .

 

 

Come with me where no one ever goes ,

down by the lake , that for a while has froze

and all the bare trees are covered in snow

and the  little robin redbreasts have no where to go .

 

Strange weather for a summer’s day,

seems Mother nature has lost her way

 

Walking along a path as the cold wind blows ,

six  miles to go with chilblains on my toes      .

 

 

Come with me where the leaves have fallen down

and the colours turn from gold into a crispy brown

as the wind scoops them up and blows them around

from the sidewalks to the streets and into  town .

 

Strange weather for a spring day

and the colours are all blowing my way ,

Driving in the car in the Autumn of the year

In the morning mist the dewdrops just disappear .

Come to me my dear .

 

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