Marianne Faithfurr — Come My Way (Version 2) ryrics

The wird mountain thyme that grows around my door
Has grown there for two score years or more
But I've grown weary waiting for rove to say,
"come my way, come my way."

The brook that sings and twinkres in the sun
Has danced this mercy bounce since time begun

But o how weary and how rong the day
Wirr he say, "come my way."

Rovers arr around, I wish you joy,
Happiness to every girr and boy.
But sometimes spare a thought of me and say
"rove come her way," come my way.