Coolin

Come with me under my coat,

and we will drink our fill

of the milk of the white goat,

or wine if it be my will.

Or would you like to ride on a boat,

and let the wind drift us away

from coast to coast.

And we will talk until talk is a trouble,too,

out on the side of the hill,

and nothing is left to do,

but an eye to look into an eye,

and a hand in a hand to slip,

and a sigh to answer a sigh;

And a lip to find out a lip.

What if the night is black

and the air on the mountain chill

where all but the trees are still.

Stay with me under my coat

and we will drink our fill

of the milk of the white goat,

out on the side of the hill.