It is a place, not a person, that beckons, “Come to Me” to all who are weary. “Come to me” and find refreshment in natural beauty, games, and new friendships. The “place" lies in central Florida, with Spanish moss dripping from live oak trees, a singing (carillon) tower, and alligators in the golf course ponds —but it could be anywhere. All it takes is a game and a friend to find refreshment.
Since this Florida resort was created in the early 1900s, it’s song cried out for Jazz. Who joined the band? None other than Joe Grieco on piano, Jon Quinn on bass and guitar, and Randy Jason on drums. Quinn Music created a beautiful arrangement for my vocals, and together we had a blast coming up with delightful harmonies for this song.
This song is part of my album, "Paint Me a Song" and it's creative path was unique. I followed a songwriting prompt from a workshop that read, “Go to the library, and look at the titles of the books on the shelves to spark the “hook” of your next song.” The title that jumped out to me was, “Let the Great World Spin,” by Colum McCann, which led me to thoughts of leaving the busyness of life for a little while, as the world spins all around me. I looked out at the vast green landscape with Spanish Moss and golf flags flapping in the wind, and heard the chimes of Bok Tower’s carillon bells. Then I sat down in the shade and wrote the song. It was a welcome respite!
I hope that you find happiness and rest in the imagery and instrumentation of “Come to Me”. Thank you so much for listening.
I know which way the wind blows by the flag on the green,
by the moss in the trees, and by the way the carillon bell’s singin
“Come come to me, all you weary, come on in.
Light your heart, light your feet, come to me”
Snappy alligators stalk the pond on the tee
‘watch for handicaps like me, to drop the ball into the sea, and they say,
“Come to me, all you weary, come on in.
Light your heart, light your feet, yeah, come to me”
Let the whole world spiiiiin, I’m not movin
Let the games begiiiiin, I say, “I’m in, Let’s play!
a little golf, croquet, I hear at Mahjohng, they bring cookies on a plate.
Come and stay. Come to me”
And I know who my friend is by the smile on her face,
by the glow of this place, and by her hand thats always waving to me,
“Come, come to me, all you weary come on in.
Light your heart, light your feet, yeah come to me. Yeah come to me”
This. Is. What. We. Call. A. Day.
This is what we call a day: tennis, followed by croquet.
Weary, all you weary
Light your heart, light your feet, yeah come to me
Yeah come to me. Yeah, yeah, yeah.