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i hope you come and stay with me
oh we can camp under the old fig tree
I'll draw your bath and i will make your tea
all for the girl who said she would marry me
baby, if we cut our ways between us
all the miles and the mountain tops
i know that we could count on it
honey, we could live a life of cowardess
or we could build a little bower nest
something to believe in
besides this awful mess
i've got this anchor on my finger now?
i've got your blood pumping through my veins and? somehow
when im with you i cannot breath
i give my heart but then you took my lungs from me
we'll get a little plane to Napoli
we'll buy some land and start a family
whatever you ain't never had
we can stay in bed for hours
talking shit and telling bad jokes
and working on our garden
where we will sell all of our restless hope