Rain drops please fall down on me
and let me taste the Irish sea
and reminisce of a lonely beach
you hair floats on the ocean breeze
stroll together feeling free
and all we do is simile and speak
and all their voices come and freeze
our hearts rock solid and then squeeze
And all my friends will still be here when we go
And all you friends will still be here when we go
And all the birds and all the bees
outside our window can not see
and all the fruit up on gods tree
there aren't any we cant eat
and for now times ours to keep
the world outside is fast asleep
and all their comments so skin deep
can lie with them whilst we still sleep
And all my friends will still be here when we go
And all your friends will still be here when we go
Pretty birds and flowers in the field its all so good
in the field is where we hid, and where we'll go again
