The Decemberists Follow

Here on these cliffs of Dover

so high you can't see over

and while your head is spinning

hold tight it's just beginning

you come from parents' wanton

a childhood rough and rotten

I come from wealth and beauty

untouched by work or duty

and oh, my love, my love.

and oh, my love, my love.

We both go down together.

I found you, a tattooed tramp

A dirty daughter from the labor camps

I laid you down in the grass of a clearing

You wept, but your soul was willing

and oh, my love. my love.

and oh, my love. my love.

We both go down together.

And my parents will never consent to this love

But I hold your hand

Meet me on my vast veranda

My sweet untouched Miranda

and while the seagulls are crying

we fall but our souls are flying

and oh, my love. my love.

and oh, my love. my love.

and oh, my love. my love.

and oh, my love. my love.

We both go down together.