Come Live With Me
come live with me by the piney woods
near the river that turns toward the sea
In the meadow we'll build our home
and together plant a sweet apple tree
near the river that turns toward the sea
we can greet each coming of spring
and together plant a sweet apple tree
working until fall's harvest comes
we can greet each coming of spring
In the meadow we'll build our home
working until fall's harvest comes
come live with me by the piney woods
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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