'Neath The Beeches Lyrics

Hand me down the picture

Of you leaving unsaid

I know how simple it gets

But say by chance I need you

You'll 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

In the same old colours

I'll be dressed for thee

But it's not about that, is it?

It's about you and me



And I

Will lie

With you 'neath the beeches

On the strand again



I hung your feat, that famous

Painting above my bed

And you told me a story

About some guy that kept his head

He drowned 'neath the South Point

Near the pier where we stand



And I

Will lie

With you 'neath the beeches

On the strand again

Again



And I

Will lie

With you 'neath the beeches

On the strand again