Come On from Come On by michael thorne jarrett

Come On

She comes to me like summer breezes
Speaks her mind with just a smile
Sunshine awaits her voice
The sky obeys her like a child

Whispers words long and lonesome
Lost somewhere in my mind
Then she leaves me
Like a poet who cannot find a rhyme

Got the world wrapped round her finger
Wrapped my heart around her thumb
Though I wanted I could not bring her
Love or flowers, rain or sun

Sighs like the sky on fire
Makes the morning sun look new
Then she leaves me
Like a choir with no one to sing to

Now the sun is laying low, boys
Evening clouds are rolling in
All the stars they come rejoicing
But my heart is not with them

There's a place the clouds can't cover
There the moon won't make you blue
There's a place there for a lover
With no one to cling to

She comes to me like summer breezes
That blow where they will
Got my heart wrapped round her finger
But I cannot love her still

• Acoustic
• Texas folk
• lyricist
• poet
• singer-songwriter
• storyteller
• Texas