Hand me down the picture

Of you leaving unsaid

I know how simple it get

But sat by chance I need you

Will you always be there

And I will lie with you neath the beeches

On the strand again

I'm learning to hand it over

To whatever Lord there be

And in the same old colours

I'll be dressed for thee

But it's not about that though is it?

It's about you and me

I hung your feet

That famous painting above my bed 

And you told me a story 

About some guy who kept his head 

He drowned neath the Southport 

Near the pier where we stand


And I will lie with you neath the beeches

On the strand again