Come O’ son to rest thy
self
and sit upon my knee.
Let’s cast ourselves beyond
the hills
and ponder what we see.
Query me neigh the
journey’s way
'bout gathering of the pelf,
But touch my
heart with eyes of love
and tell me of thy
self.
Tell me softly thy days
of dream
and wantings of a soul.
When seeds of life are
in the field
and thoughts are wane of
old.
Speak to me thy tender
thoughts
and dreams of a loving wife.
Paint my mind a
rainbow
with a vision of thy life.
Converse with me of
Heavens high
and our Mighty God above.
Express to me
thy heart hast found
that life is made of love.
Touch my hand that
spirits may join
and know the boundless ends,
When
father and son often speak
and call each other
friends.
Expect me not to cut thy
path
nor direct thee through its furrow.
Fullness of
life is felt by he
who drafts and lays his
burrow.
Powerless am I to save
from thee
the pain of many years.
So conduct thy life
in such a way
as to bring me happy
tears.