Alice Corbin

From “New Mexico Songs”

DO not bring me riches

From your store in the Andes,

Do not bring me treasures

From deep ocean caves.

Bring me but yourself

And I’ll gladly go with you,

Bring me but yourself,

And I will not be sorry.

Do not bring me patterns

Of silks or of satins,

Do not bring me silver

Or gold wrung from slaves.

Bring me but yourself,

And my heart will rest easy,

And your head will be light

With my breast as its pillow.

Do not bring me servants

Or oxen or cattle,

Or sheep for the shearing

Or ships from the waves.

Bring me but yourself

For my share and my treasure,

Then our fortune will grow

And will never diminish.