Come To Me
"bring beauty to this house," she told me,
"with the talent you have in your hands.
Bring beauty to his house with your words now,
Cause there's a war goin' on in foreign lands."
"bring sugar to this god," they told me,
"cause jesus ain't on the cross no more.
Won't you bring sweetness to desparation,
And just don't remind me of this war."
Chorus
Well, it's a stupid fight
To say it's sweet when you're dealin' with the gates of hell.
And grace is dead and god is gone if you keep sayin',
"all is well."
"bring cleanness to our dirt floor," he told me,
"cause i can't stand it anymore.
And the wind is howlin' so loud outside.
Would you please just go away and close that houseless door."
But he said
If you're weary and heavy laden,
If you're tired of a love that's fadin'
Well, come to me.
If you're weary and you're broken and you're down on your knees.
If you're shattered into pieces and you're flappin' in the breeze.
And you're walkin' around downtown,
Don't know which side is upside down
You got somethin' on your face and you call it a frown,
And you don't know if you're gonna live to see tomorrow,
And you're buried so deep down in your sorrow
That you don't know what you're gonna do,
Well, come to me.
Ven a mí
"Trae belleza a esta casa", me dijo,
"con el talento que tienes en tus manos.
Trae belleza a su casa con tus palabras ahora,
Porque hay una guerra en tierras extranjeras."
"Trae azúcar a este dios", me dijeron,
"porque Jesús ya no está en la cruz.
¿No traerás dulzura a la desesperación,
Y simplemente no me recuerdes esta guerra?"
Coro
Bueno, es una pelea estúpida
Decir que es dulce cuando estás lidiando con las puertas del infierno.
Y la gracia está muerta y Dios se ha ido si sigues diciendo,
"todo está bien."
"Trae limpieza a nuestro piso de tierra", me dijo,
"porque ya no lo soporto más.
Y el viento está aullando tan fuerte afuera.
¿Podrías por favor irte y cerrar esa puerta sin casa?"
Pero él dijo
Si estás cansado y cargado de pesares,
Si estás cansado de un amor que se desvanece
Ven a mí.
Si estás cansado y estás quebrado y estás de rodillas.
Si estás hecho pedazos y estás ondeando al viento.
Y estás caminando por el centro,
No sabes qué lado está al revés.
Tienes algo en tu cara y lo llamas un ceño fruncido,
Y no sabes si vas a vivir para ver mañana,
Y estás enterrado tan profundamente en tu tristeza
Que no sabes qué vas a hacer,
Pues, ven a mí.
Escrita por: Don Chaffer / Tony Green