Under an Old Umbrella

Under an Old Umbrella
Say hello to the sea
Or to the lonely water
Say hello to the sea
Under the skies of azure
And I met him yesterday
Under my old umbrella
And I met him yesterday
Under the skies of azure
And turquoise was the colour of his eyes
And bitter were the colour of mine

He was tall, grey
Slowly held my empty fingers
He was tall, gracefully
He filled my cold hot body
And I met him yesterday
Under the skies of azure
And I met him yesterday
Under my old umbrella
And turquoise was the colour of his eyes
And bitter were the colour of mine