Come My Way [Version 2]

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

The brook that sings and twinkles in the sun
Has danced this mercy bounce since time begun
But O how weary and how long the day
Will he say, ";Come my way.";

Lovers all around, I wish you joy,
Happiness to every girl and boy.
But sometimes spare a thought of me and say
";Love come her way,"; come my way.