Walking down towards water's meet    Removing shingle from weak tired feet    Numbing them down in the cool stream    Feeling slightly sick from the cream tea    Let's hope Norris doesn't find us    Let's hope that this hill doesn't kill us    Let's move here and grow old together       Love's last gift is remembrance    So when I'm away, the thought of you always enhances my performance    Lying awake in a hotel bed    Dreaming of sleeping with you instead    Bruschetta could never get boring    Outside it's pouring in quaint little England    You've made a man out of me       Waltzing in a supermarket    Waltzing in a supermarket    Waltzing in a supermarket    Waltzing in a supermarket