I laid your clothes out for you neat Left them on the bedroom floor Drew the curtains locked the door Put some pictures in a case Along with all the other fodder Wash the clothes and watched our daughter My, oh, my, oh, me When you train arrives in London Though your surely still be running, I will be My, oh, my, oh, me Fed the cat and did the chores I even gave your plant some water I saw your mom and saw your brother My, oh, my, oh, me Though you will be right there among them You will be stewed in your abscondment I can tell you something I believe I will be My, oh, my, oh, me Here's comes talking gospel gospel for you darling Here's some talking gospel for you baby Here's some talking gospel for you lover Yeah here's some talking gospel for you babe Oooohh Ah, you're a name without a face You're never tense but never boring Though not our laughter is our mourning My, oh, my, oh, me And I'll be back in Aberfeldy Twixt the scenery and the spilling With none to know my sweet rebellion quite like you Oh what are we to do