I find it hard to catch my breath It takes up all my time There's a portrait of an older woman I'd love to hide behind She had sheep drawn for her So she had them finally And her sleep looked over by a man She spent her life loving Still I see you Outside in the light of noon And I parting the curtains looking after you While stuck with the others Talking about the beautiful weather The beautiful weather From the drawing room You in the garden Me in the drawing room So the half-life of love lasts forever Lest we be true It's hard to treat myself well After what I put you through Still I stay forgetful Somehow laugh the week away And run so lightly From the bonds we left there to decay Still I see you Outside in the light of noon And I parting the curtains looking after you While stuck with the others Talking about the beautiful weather The beautiful weather Our beautiful weather Beautiful weather From the drawing room You in the garden Me in the drawing room In the garden (me) In the drawing room (you) (In the garden) you, in the drawing room In the garden (me) In the drawing room (you) (In the garden) me, in the drawing room