In the Sierras

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.