I've been looking for someone to thank for sending down this rain 

(And I've been wondering who do I thank 

For sending you back again) 

'Cause it makes my nibbled lip 

And my, from nowhere tears 

Feel at home 



Come lie with me and be my love 

Lie down with me 

Under the cypress tree 

In the sweet grasses 

As night passes 



My face is neatly decorated with my yellow hair 

Striped up by the fat drops fallen there 

I squeeze it all out of my corduroy 

Like the day you found me 

The man who drives this bus 

Raised me up a half assed smile in the mirror 

But never mind 

I'm gonna fold it up 

Press it flat 

Stick it in my pocket 

Make it last all night 



Come lie with me and be my love 

Lie down with me 

Under the cypress tree 

In the sweet grasses 

As night passes