Come with me on my journey fair.
Many things of splendor you'll see there.
Travel through all the wildwood days,
Walk along the warm, breezy bays.
Come with and taste the waters sweet.
There's not many that get this treat.
Smell the fragrance of the honeysuckle on the vine,
See fairest flowers beckoning, "Pluck me, I am thing."
Come with me to far distant shores,
See what's behind all closed doors.
Taste their fook, delicate and rich,
Then ask yourself, which is the better, which?
Come with me and have no care.
That's for others who pas us here and there.
While we see the colors rich and deep
They see only darkness whre they creep.
Come with me this bright summer day.
Forget your troubles, let them slip away!
There's so much to see . . .
Do come with me.
