| Come to my bedside, my darlin' |
| Come over here and close the door |
| Lay your body soft and close beside me |
| And drop your petticoat upon the floor |
| I waited for you, oh, such a long time |
| I tried to grow and be a better man |
| Then you knew your love has made one poor heart wealthy |
| Though my clothes may lay tattered in your hand |
| Your breast has told my ear life’s golden secrets |
| Your back has shown my fingers endless roads |
| Your lips have whispered wisdom that is timeless |
| 'Bout life and death and things I’ve never known |
| Come to my bedside, my darlin' |
| Come over here, close the door |
| Lay your body soft and close beside me |
| And drop your petticoat upon the floor |
| Your eyes are bluer than the mountain water |
| Your hair is flowin' dark, flowin' long |
| Your skin has more gold than a mornin' sunrise |
| It is softer than the breeze of a summer’s dawn |
| I miss you more with ev’ry passin' sunset |
| I plan a plan on every new day born |
| Words cannot describe one thing I’m sure of |
| That it’s in my lovin' arms where you belong |
| So come to my bedside, my darlin' |
| Come over here and close the door |
| Lay your body soft and close beside me |
| And drop your petticoat upon the floor |