Neath the Beeches
Neath the Beeches - The Frames
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