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Come With Me


Come outside, come out to play,

You won't regret it, not a single day.

 

Come with me, we'll skip stones,

We'll go whichever way the wind's blown.

 

Come with me, we'll run in the forest,

Passing through flowers made by God, nature's florist.

 

Come with me, we'll jump on rocks,

Hand in hand, we'll leap off the dock.

 

Come with me, we'll fly through the night,

Soaring across the moon, glowing so bright.

 

Come with me, we'll dance in the drizzling rain,

Timless feelings, yet too hard to explain.

 

When you come with me, the memories will never fade,

All because you said yes that day.

 

 

 

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