Woman of the country, now I find youLongin' in your soft infertilityAnd I wish the stars to satisfy your longin'For the warmth and tender shelter of my bodyOh, you're mine, yes, you're mine, after ladyYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, after ladyPlease don't ask how many times I've found youStanding wet and naked in the gardenAnd I think of days and different ways I held youWe were closely touching as our heart was beatingOh, you're mine, yes, you're mine, after ladyYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, after ladyOh, when I'm home again in EnglandI'll think of you, loveBecause I love you, loveThere are concrete mountains in the sand, yeahAnd tiny, saddy women live inside themAnd yet it seems the saddest scene is lackingI'm so glad you're waiting for me in the countryOh, you're mine, yes, you're mine, after ladyYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, after ladyYes, you're mine, yes, you're mine, after ladyYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, after ladyYes, you're mine, yes, you're mine, after lady