I Am Not a Fickle Man

I am not a fickle man I have thrilled at the bagpipe delicious songs Sat alone where rivers ran But never blew a pipe for throbbing throngs If give you my heart, gain All of me, a flower withers without root The land is dust without rain And love is barren without a reverence of the truth Come, let us coverse, my dear It is time to shed old leaves this time of year And wipe the last dead drop of tear It is time to solace and be solaced from my fear I yield you all, this is grace At evening to walk a little way and say today Love was happy in your face I am not a fickle man, if I come, please stay.