It was Monday morning,
ten o' clock,
it seemed a perfect day
I saw a girl,
plucked up courage,
then I heard me say:
"I think you're beautiful,
I really think
you're made for me
and if you want
I'll take the apple
from the lemon tree
We could be lazy on a summer-day
and if you wanted we could walk away"
Won't you be my lover
We could walk right through the rain