Come, My Lady

Come my lady Give me your hand As there is no rest For a working man For it is in by a clock And home late after dark And no time for my rest Only time for my work So come to my table Bring me my bread Lay down my dinner Then I can go to my bed Give me all your troubles I will take all your worries For I am a working man now Who has no hurries. So come my lady Give me some time For I am a working man now Who needs some rest My shoulders are wide And my troubles are many I will take all that you got For now you are my lady. So come, my lady And give me a kiss I am a working man now Who needs a kiss So give me a hug and then some of your love For I am a working man now Who cannot get enough. Randy L. McClave