Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

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)