Walk with Me

Walk with me, my dear, I ask;
Not ahead of me: I’m no follower,
Nor behind, I’m no nagger.
But with me, down the path.

Walk with me, my dear, I ask;
I’m not sure about the future,
Neither am about the past.
Just let me draw you near.

Walk with me, my dear, I ask.
Though I’m not sure of the way,
May it not be your path or mine,
But let’s open our own trail.

And when evening arrives,
Let’s set our own little fire,
Let’s build again our lives,
On what our hearts aspire.