Come All Ye Who May
(Nat Keefe, Spring 2002)


Come all ye who may
Come all ye who may
Those who live on a dollar a day
well I say come all ye who may

Come and shine your light
On the darkest part of the night
Even if you can’t make it right
Well I say come all ye who may

My African friend, finds he must contend
With arbitrary lines splitting space and time
The borders and borders a man must cross
Before he finds himself a home
A home sweet home
Come all ye who may

We waited for our saviours they came unto us
They would part the seas and unite us to be free
But we ruin what they made in an all-too-human way
Pass this cup by me
Pass it by me
Come all ye who may
Well I say come all ye who may
Those who make a thousand dollars a day
Well I say come all ye who may

I looked on down from yonder mountain top
Windswept and alone, I am free to roam
Transported I am from the horrors of man
But I still want to go home
I wanna go home
Come all ye who may
Well I said come all ye who may
Those who make a thousand dollars a day
Well I say come all ye who may