i hope you come and stay with me   oh we can camp under the old fig tree   I'll draw your bath and i will make your tea   all for the girl who said she would marry me      baby, if we cut our ways between us   all the miles and the mountain tops   i know that we could count on it      honey, we could live a life of cowardess   or we could build a little bower nest   something to believe in   besides this awful mess      i've got this anchor on my finger now ?   i've got your blood pumping through my veins and ? somehow    when im with you i cannot breath   i give my heart but then you took my lungs from me   ooh      baby   we'll get a little plane to Napoli   we'll buy some land and start a family   whatever you ain't never had      honey   we can stay in bed for hours   talking shit and telling bad jokes   and working on our garden      where we will sell all of our restless hope