Come Live With Me Poem by James Casey

Come Live With Me

Come live with me and be my lover
We'll have all the pleasures discover
That hill and valley, dale and field,
And all the harsh mountains yield.

There we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose water falls
We'll wash together n dry by the rock walls

There I will make you a bed of roses
And thousands fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a cloak
Embroidered to the envy of all kinfolk;

A dress made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs I'll pull;
Lamb lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

We'll have silver dishes for the meat,
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall put on an ivory table true
Prepared each day just for you

A chorus of birds shall dance and sing
For our delight each May morning:
If these delights in your mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

If only the world and love were young
And truth on every shepherd's tongue,
Those ritzy ideas come from above
Come live with me and be my love.

James Casey 1959