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 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 And I will lie with you neath the beeches On the strand again 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 Neath the pier where we stand And I will lie with you neath the beeches On the strand again