Early July, 1921

Cora watched in the dressing table mirror as O'Brien put one last pin in her hair. Dabbing another few drops of perfume behind her ear while her lady's maid gathered up laundry, Cora said, "I wonder what on earth his lordship has planned for us. He's so excited about this surprise, he's been like a little boy at Christmas time." Chuckling, Cora stood in front of the full length mirror to check over her appearance once more, then put on her hat and gloves.

"It's not for me to say, my lady," O'Brien replied with a smile. She'd been taken into Lord Grantham's confidence, as he needed her to help with part of the surprise, but she wasn't about to spoil it for her mistress.

"Well, he's being very secretive about all of it. Where are we off to on this excursion? I don't know!" She laughed. "I suppose the whole thing is tremendously thrilling, though. He knows how much I love surprises." She picked up her handbag and walked toward the door. "Good day, O'Brien."

Once she'd stepped out in the hallway, Cora could hear Robert's voice calling her. Shaking her head, she hurried down the stairs and to the foyer.

"Cor-" Robert stopped mid-shout. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling. There you are." He grinned.

"Why are you shouting across the house, Robert? I could hear you all the way upstairs. It's most unlike you." A crease appeared between her brows.

"No, darling," he said, kissing her cheek lightly. "No frowning today, please. I was simply impatient to get started."

The eagerness in his voice made her chuckle, erasing her frown entirely. "Where are we going, Robert?"

As he led her outside, Carson closing the door behind them, Cora looked at the motor car curiously – or more specifically, the absence of anyone in or around it. "Robert…?" She raised her eyebrows when he opened the back door for her, still grinning from ear to ear. "Where is the driver?"

Cora hadn't thought his smile could get any wider. "Right next to you, helping you in."

An acute feeling of foreboding filled her. She stood and stared at him. "But, Robert… you don't know how to drive!"

"Come along, my dear. Get in, and I'll explain everything on the way."

Allowing him to hand her into the backseat, Cora replied weakly, "On the way where?" He appeared so pleased with himself that she couldn't bear to squelch his enthusiasm, despite her uncertainties. While Robert went around to the front of the car, Cora noticed a bouquet of flowers sitting next to her. She smiled and picked them up, inhaling their fragrance.

Robert slid into the driver's seat. He turned around to peer at her. "Are you comfortable, darling?"

If Cora were honest, she would have to say she wasn't. What made Robert think he could drive? Instead, she said, "Yes, I'm comfortable. The flowers are beautiful; thank you."

"One of many gifts to come," he chuckled, his blue eyes all alight. He pivoted back to the steering wheel and started the engine with relative ease, put the motor into gear and began driving slowly away from the house.

"Robert!" Cora exclaimed in astonishment. She leaned forward to watch him from her perch on the back seat. He seemed almost natural at it. "When did you learn to drive?"

"I wanted to surprise you, Cora! Are you surprised?" Robert flicked his eyes to her in the rearview mirror, but didn't keep them there long. He still felt nervous driving.

Nodding, Cora replied, "Very!"

She sat back in the seat as they made it out onto the open road and fell silent while he poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in evident concentration. When the car refused to shift into the next gear, Robert swore under his breath, trying again. Cora clutched at the door when the motor jerked awkwardly, but her husband let out a cry of triumph. They drove along at a speed Tom might consider slow; however, Robert appeared delighted.

Now that he'd cleared the first significant hurdle, Robert relaxed a trifle. "I persuaded Tom and Edith to teach me to drive," he tossed over his shoulder to her, his voice raised above the noise of the motor. "They took it in turns; I think I may have frightened them a few times." Chuckling good-naturedly, he steered the car smoothly onto the right part of a fork in the road. "I've been practicing for a month, Cora. Because I wanted to take you somewhere and have you all to myself. I didn't even want a chauffeur along." He grinned at her in the mirror briefly.

"Robert, where are you taking us?" she asked, for what felt like the tenth time. She'd kept mostly quiet, not wanting to break his focus on the road, and stared at him in fascination as he drove.

Accelerating as he gained more confidence in himself and the road wound into the open country, Robert said, "Do you remember Rosamund telling us of a country cottage she bought and refurbished a few years ago?"

Cora thought a minute. "Yes, I think I do now."

"Well, I had her loan it to us for a few days. She doesn't keep any servants there, although she sometimes hires a local woman to cook for her when she visits the cottage. But there are very few neighbors, and it's a beautiful little out-of-the-way place, Cora. She showed me photographs." Robert smiled while he told her all this.

"And did you hire the cook for our stay?" A feeling of trepidation crept up on her in spite of herself, as she recalled that Robert's plans tended to have either brilliant results – or end in disaster.

Robert shook his head slightly. "No, darling. I had Mrs. Patmore pack away enough for us for several days. Including some very good wines I've been saving for a special occasion." He glanced at her once more in the mirror, his eyes twinkling.

She breathed a silent sigh of relief. At least he'd thought of making sure they'd be fed in the middle of nowhere. "How far away is it?"

"Oh, it'll be several hours until we get there. You sit tight, my love. I'll get us there safe and sound."

A few hours later, Cora woke up in the back seat, her head against the door. Sitting up straighter, she glanced at Robert, who was still determinedly staring ahead, both hands gripping the steering wheel. The she looked out the window, marveling at how green the countryside was. Trees dressed in their summer green stood sentry at various points along the deserted road, and fences on one side of it attempted to keep sheep from straying. In the distance a lone brown barn with a tin roof broke the horizon between deep verdure and azure sky.

"Robert?" Cora rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"Yes, my darling one?" Robert asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Are we close to the cottage? I confess that I'm quite hungry."

Chuckling, Robert lifted his eyes to the rearview mirror now to look at her. "I'm sure you are, Cora. I'm getting that way myself. I think we'r—"

"Look out!" Cora pointed to where a sheep was ambling onto the road just ahead of them.

"Bloody hell!" Robert shouted, swerving as he hit the brakes to avoid the animal.

When the car came to a stop in the ditch beside the road, Cora breathed heavily, her heart racing and her hand to her chest. Robert continued to grip the steering wheel in disbelief. Setting the parking brake, he pivoted in his seat and looked at his wife.

"Cora, are you alright?" he asked in an alarmed voice, reaching his arm back toward her.

Nodding, Cora took a deep breath and touched his hand. "Yes, Robert, I'm alright. Are you injured?"

Robert shook his head emphatically. "No, no, I'm fine." Opening the door, he stepped out onto the road. The sheep turned her head and stared at him from the middle of it, unfazed.

"Shoo, you bloody animal," he yelled. It continued to stare. "Get back to your flock!" He approached her cautiously. He was almost upon the sheep before she placidly sauntered to the other side, supremely unfussed by his waving arms.

Going back to the motor, he climbed in and started it again. Driving back onto the road, he became aware of something not quite right.

"Robert?" Cora bounced upon the seat, then bounced again as he accelerated. "Is it supposed to do that?"

Sighing, Robert muttered, "No, Cora. You know very well it's not supposed to do that." Pulling the motor over onto the stretch of grass on the side of the road opposite the ditch, he stopped it again, resetting the brake and getting out. He slammed the door before circumnavigating the vehicle. Coming upon the front left, he passed his hand over his forehead.

Cora opened the door and stepped out. "What is it?"

He pointed. "Flat tire."

"Do – do you know how to fix one of those?" Cora asked, half hopefully and half despairingly.

Robert looked her right in the eye and shook his head. "No."

Closing the door, Cora walked a few feet away from the motor and shaded her eyes from the sun as she slowly rotated in a circle, taking in every bit of scenery.

Except, that's all it was – scenery.

"Robert, there's nothing out here. Are we close enough to Rosamund's cottage to walk there?" Cora thought she knew the answer, though.

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, Robert closed his eyes. "No."

"So we're stranded out here?" Her voice rose in both volume and pitch.

He removed his hand from his face and snapped his eyes open. "I wouldn't say stranded, Cora."

"Well, what do you call this? Do you see any dwellings anywhere around here? Have you passed any other vehicles on the road since we left the vicinity of the village? Robert, in case you haven't noticed, we are in the middle of nowhere!" Cora gesticulated around her wildly, feeling as if she'd been correct with her earlier foreboding. "If you'd just let the chauffeur take us, none of this would have happened!"

Robert took a deep breath. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with his wife on what was supposed to be a happy occasion. "Cora, someone will come along eventually. In the meantime, everything is fine. We have food, and the weather is beautiful. You said you were hungry. What do you say to a picnic whilst we wait for someone to come along?" He did his best to make his voice portray a calm he didn't necessarily feel.

Cora gaped at him. Instead of arguing with her, he'd decided put a positive spin on it all. She had to admit she was slightly bewildered. Normally he would be the one making a fuss and being argumentative. She blushed in embarrassment now, ashamed. It was only a flat tire, and someone had to come along at some point to help them, right?

Putting a gentle hand on his jacket sleeve, Cora looked up at him with penitent eyes. "I'm sorry, darling. Yes, a picnic sounds lovely."

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Robert walked around her and to the boot of the motor. Opening it, he hunted around for a moment for the correct basket – Mrs. Patmore having packed a specific one for their first meal, complete with corkscrew for the wine bottle – and a thick blanket. "We'll go just a little from the road, shall we? That way we won't be too close, but we can wave down anyone who might happen by. How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect, Robert." As he took her by the hand, the blanket tucked under his arm, she rather wished no one would happen by. Not for a while, anyway.

Robert led her to a grassy knoll a little distance from the road, with a surface flat enough upon which they could set up their picnic. Requesting that Cora spread the blanket out, Robert set the basket down and extricated flatware and glasses. He chuckled. "Clearly, Mrs. Patmore doesn't trust that Rosamund has her own stocked china cabinet in this cottage."

Cora shook her head, grinning, as she sat and continued to pull out various food items while Robert, having located the promised corkscrew and the wine, stood and opened the bottle. Carefully, he poured the red liquid into two glasses, handing one to Cora before sitting down across from her with his own.

"You're right, Robert. It is a beautiful day." She held up her wine glass. "What shall we toast to?"

"Your birthday?" he ventured.

She laughed. "That's not until tomorrow, darling."

"Well, then, I toast the day before your birthday, and I toast you." He held up his glass – and held her eyes in his, his expression very loving.

Cora grinned and blushed, lowering her lashes. "I suppose I can drink to that." She touched her glass to his with a soft clink before drinking, not taking her eyes off his now.

Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a soft kiss upon the back of it. "So, what has Mrs. Patmore given us, my love?"

The pair of them, while keeping an eye out on the road, had a leisurely luncheon of cheese and bread, fruit and wine, and a delicious lemon dessert. They talked and laughed and shared glances and fed one another without worrying that someone might see or care.

The sun disappeared behind some dark clouds that had gathered while they were eating. Robert glanced at his pocket watch as they put their used dishes and what little food they hadn't eaten back into the basket.

"Cora, we've been sitting here nearly three hours, believe it or not." Robert tucked his watch back into his pocket.

"Three hours!" She stared at him, her hand frozen on the basket as she'd been about to close it.

Brushing the backs of his fingers across her cheek, he smiled warmly at her. "Yes. Three hours. I suppose I'm not such bad company after all."

Cora's eyes grew soft. "Oh, darling, of course you aren't bad company. I'm simply wondering about what we're going to do. Not one vehicle has passed on this road." Her soft look transformed into one of worry. "What if no one does?"

Robert gently moved her hand off the basket and shut it, picking it up. "Cora, it'll be fine. I'll put this back in the boot. You stay here."

Watching him make his way down to the motor, Cora became aware of an uncomfortable sensation. "Robert," she called to him as he approached the blanket where she sat. "I think we have another problem."

He stood in front of her and helped her up when she put her hands out to him. He was a bit surprised when she began to whisper in his ear. "Oh, right." He colored slightly. "Erm, well, there is some shrubbery there, Cora. Wouldn't that do?"

"Robert Crawley!" She had the feeling he was laughing at her. "I am the Countess of Grantham and your wife! Are you seriously suggesting that I – erm – use a patch of shrubbery?"

Robert did his best to hide his smile. He spread his arms wide and indicated their surroundings. "I really don't see an alternative, Cora. Do you?"

Cora sighed. "Fine. Will you do me a favor, though?" She sounded tentative.

"What's that?"

"Stand between the shrubbery and the road?"

Robert suppressed the urge to laugh, knowing she was completely serious. "Yes, of course, my darling."

As Cora tried to get the hang of the unwieldy process of using the shrubbery for something she couldn't help but think shrubbery should never be used for, Robert stood there and said to her over his shoulder. "Fancy a walk? I can't see being cramped in the motor while it's still nice out. We can walk toward that barn and see if it's as abandoned as it looks."

"Robert, please stop distracting me."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He grew quiet, humming to himself, his hands behind his back, waiting until she appeared in front of him again.

"Well, that was something I thought I'd never do." She scowled.

Robert chuckled. "Always a first time for everything." When her forehead became more thunderous, and she gave him the look that always terrified the servants, he coughed. "Now, how about that walk?" He held his arm out to her.

With a rather loud "humph," Cora took his arm and allowed him to steer her in the direction of the barn. He picked up the blanket along the way, shaking it out and tucking it under his other arm. The ominous gathering of clouds had not escaped him, and he knew they had no umbrella in the motor. Eyeing the sky above him, he shook his head a little, hoping they wouldn't get caught.

As they meandered through the high grass, Robert squeezed Cora's arm with his. "Darling, I owe you an apology."

Cora tilted her head up at him. "For what?"

Sighing, Robert shook his head again. "For getting us into this mess. You're right; I should have let the chauffeur take us to the cottage."

Stopping beside him, Cora looked up into his face. His mouth drooped, and he appeared so dejected that she felt like her heart might break. "No, Robert. I was upset. You couldn't have known something would go wrong with the motor. You were trying to do something special for my birthday. And I love being alone with you. Goodness knows it doesn't happen often enough." She reached up to touch his cheek. "As you said, darling. It will be fine."

Robert felt his disappointment in himself melt at her touch, and a smile tugged at his mouth as he beheld the tender understanding in her eyes.

"That's better," she said, leaning up to kiss him briefly. "Now. We haven't attained our goal yet, have we?"

With that, they strolled on together through the yellow grass hand in hand as the sky grew darker above them. The wind ruffled their hair, as their hats remained inside the motor, and Cora's skirt flapped against her legs. Robert made teasing comments about this while his wife giggled and slapped him playfully on the arm.

The road far behind them, they continued to close the distance between themselves and the barn. However, they still had a far stretch to cross when they felt raindrops. At first there were only a few, so they simply quickened their pace.

In a few moments the bottom seemed to drop out of the sky.

Robert grasped Cora's hand tighter, and, with a booming laugh, urged her into a run. Drawing up her skirts with her other hand, she followed him as quickly as she could, allowing him to pull her along and blinking her eyes against the deluge that blurred her vision. They arrived at the weather-beaten structure within five minutes, and Robert dropped her hand so he could open the door for her.

Leaving the door ajar to let in what little light there was, Robert took his wife's hand once more as they stepped farther in to survey the interior of the building. The noise of the rain against the tin roof resounded around them, to where they had to speak louder than they normally would.

Cora pointed to the far wall. "Look, Robert; a lantern."

Robert led her over to it. Picking it up, he said, "Yes, it's got oil in, but my matches are bound to be soaked, darling." Then his face cleared, and he grinned. "But I do have the lighter Matthew gave me for Christmas last year. That should work." He gave her the lamp and retrieved the silver lighter from his inside jacket pocket. Still preferring matches for lighting his cigars, Robert carried the lighter with him just in case he ran out. Fumbling through his first few attempts, he got the lighter to work and lit the wick of the lamp, pleased.

Holding the lamp in front of her, Cora inspected their shelter while Robert went over to close the door against the rain. "At least the smell is tolerable," Cora said.

Chuckling, Robert glanced around the dim barn as he tucked the lighter back into his pocket. "And it's dry." Stacked neatly along one long wall, the hay appeared free of mold and gave off a faint, sweet fragrance. Empty horse stalls stood on the opposite end, and tools rested neatly against the wall or up on pegs. "From what I can tell, Cora, this barn is used for storage, but the farmer probably doesn't come up here very often."

"Oh, Robert, how are we supposed to get back home?" She turned anxiously to him, shivering as water fell in great drops off her clothing.

Taking the lantern from her, he set it down carefully on the corner of one of the old horse stalls. He'd remembered something. "Cora, I told Tom that we would telephone from Rosamund's cottage when we got there. When he doesn't hear from us, I'm sure he'll come looking." Pulling the blanket out from under his arm, he draped it on the stall next to the lantern. Robert put his hands on her cheeks and gazed at her in concern. "Darling, your teeth are chattering. We need to get you out of these wet clothes."

Cora's eyes went wide. "You want me disrobe in a stranger's barn in the middle of nowhere?" she asked incredulously, her jaw unable to stop trembling with cold.

Robert nodded seriously, his thumbs stroking her cheek bones. "I do. Because I can't have you getting ill. The blanket I brought is mostly dry still, and I'll wrap you up in that. We can lay your clothes out, so they might dry a bit whilst we wait out the storm."

Shaking her head, Cora backed away from him. "No, I'll be fine."

Sighing, Robert started unbuttoning his jacket. "If it will make you feel better, I'll do the same. I'm beginning to feel a chill myself."

Cora gaped at him in astonishment while he began divesting himself of his garments, arranging them meticulously along the tops of the horse stalls. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she plucked at the buttons on her soggy blouse, with shaky hands.

Having stripped down to his undergarments, Robert made sure his shoes were out of the way before yanking an old horse blanket off a hook. Flicking it a few times away from where his wife stood and deciding it was cleaner than he'd originally thought, he nodded to himself. Going over and laying this out carefully upon the shortest stack of hay, he came back to Cora. "Sweetheart, let me," he said in her ear, knowing a whisper wouldn't carry over the sound of the rain upon the roof.

Dropping her arms to her sides, Cora watched her husband unbutton her blouse with gentle fingers, then slide the sodden fabric from her shoulders. His hair glinted silver in the soft light from the lantern, and she saw the same sort of alert concentration in the way he undressed her and lay her things over the wooden stall partitions as she had when he'd been driving the motor car earlier. It moved her in a way she couldn't describe to know that, even after decades together, he still devoted as much attention to the way he was with her as he would to something he'd just learned.

As Robert gestured for her to step out of her skirt, her expression softened considerably. He walked back toward her after spreading the garment out with the rest, picking up their blanket and wrapping it around her tightly. He rubbed her shoulders and arms through the blanket, trying to warm her. "There, isn't that better, my darling?"

Cora's loving expression turned into a coy one. The play of muscles along his bare chest and shoulders as he moved his hands along her arms distracted her from the unlikely situation in which they'd found themselves – stranded in the countryside, caught in a summer storm, in a barn, in their undergarments – and her body temperature went from cold to very warm in a matter of moments. "It would be better if you wrapped your arms around me too."

"Alright. I can do that." Robert, still focused upon warming her up, didn't realize her deeper meaning and simply drew her into his arms and held her close. "How is that?"

Closing her eyes, she let out a contented sigh. "Yes. That's a start." She worked her arms out from beneath the blanket and snaked them around his waist as he passed his hands over her back. When she slid them down farther, fondling his behind, he let out a sharp breath of astonishment.

"Cora!"

"Yes, darling?" she replied languidly as she continued to knead the taut muscles.

Robert breathed harder, finally recalling her coquettish look from before. "Oh, nothing, Cora. It's just I thought we might be more comfortable over there." He nodded his head to where he'd laid the horse blanket out upon the hay.

Lifting her head, she glanced from him to where he had indicated. Without a word, she pulled herself from his arms and went over to the little nest he'd made for them. Removing the blanket from her shoulders and adding it to the other, she reclined upon the layers of blankets, leaning back on her elbows and fixing her husband with a mischievous look. She laughed lightly as he stood there grinning at her, then raised an arm to crook a finger at him.

Bounding over to the perch in the hay, Robert stretched out next to her, both of them turned on their sides and leaning on their elbows to face one another. Robert's gentle fingers glided along the side of her face and cupped her cheek. "Are you sure you want to do this in a barn?" he inquired, chuckling.

Cora shrugged and smiled. She glanced up at the roof and started a bit when a clap of thunder sounded, shaking the entire barn. "It doesn't look like we'll be going anywhere soon, darling. Besides," she said with a low chuckle, playing with the curls upon his chest, "can you think of a better way to spend a rainy day?"

Robert shook his head and grinned. "No, my love. I can't." Slipping his hand to the back of her head, he drew her to him and kissed her hungrily. Cora moved even closer, her fingers grazing his chest and tracing over his nipples, eliciting the most satisfying of noises from him.

They were such satisfying noises that Cora pulled herself away from his kisses so her tongue could emulate on one nipple what her fingers were doing to the other. His breathing growing even heavier, Robert squirmed slightly as a result of her ministrations.

"Good God, Cora," he said gruffly. "What sort of spell are you weaving over me?"

Cora's eyes flickered down to where his arousal already strained against the front of his undergarments. It gave her a great sense of gratification to know she could have that effect without even so much as a hand straying below his waistline, and she grinned as she removed her mouth from one nipple to flick her tongue around the other.

Robert thought he might have to stop her soon, although it was really the last thing he wanted to do. She knew all the right places to touch him, the ways to send him soaring into absolute bliss. But he couldn't allow her to give all the pleasure and not have any for herself – as much as he knew she loved making him pant and groan with her attentions.

Finally, he simply had to caress her face and pull her head up to kiss her passionately once more. He nearly sighed in relief as he felt her slip her fingers beneath the waistband of his undergarments and work them down his legs. With one hand he reached down and slid them all the way off, letting them drop wherever they might fall, then he helped her with hers.

"Darling," she breathed against his lips. He'd brought his hand between her thighs and begun stroking her in a most agreeable manner. Just as thunder sent tremors through the barn again, his fingers sent delicious shivers through her body. She arched against his hand and pleaded with him, "Please, please…."

He'd been kissing her neck, but now he moved his head to capture her lips again, their breath mingling as their tongues teased one another. Still facing her, he slid his hand along the inside of her thigh and brought her leg up over his hip. Then, caressing her face, he sought her eyes by the lantern's gentle glow and, receiving her beautiful smile, he maneuvered himself between her legs in such a way that he could enter her and hold her against himself as they lay on their sides.

Cradling her with an arm underneath her shoulders, Robert kissed Cora tenderly and ran his hand lazily up and down her thigh as he moved against her, setting a deliberate cadence for them. A slow heat burned between the two, a heat that made Cora sigh in pleasure while she threaded her fingers through her husband's still damp hair, her other hand resting upon his behind to enjoy the incredible feel of the muscles as he maintained his measured thrusting.

For a while, they lived solely in these moments. Outside the barn, the storm raged, the wind whistling through the small cracks between door and frame, the rain hammering upon the tin of the roof, and thunder cracking all around. But, beyond this, the world didn't exist. There was nothing else besides the warmth they generated; the sweet salt taste of sweat; the hardness and softness of muscles and skin; the fragrance of the hay mixing with the traces of her perfume and the scent of their own bodies; and the sounds of their slow-burning passion rising above the din of the tempest.

Robert had created a tempest of another kind within Cora, and eventually it built to where she could no longer contain it. With a long, low moan, she pushed her hips forward and arched her back, pulling his lower body firmly to hers with both hand and leg. He stilled at this unspoken command, though it nearly cost him his sanity because of how she tightened and convulsed around him. As soon as she loosed her hold upon him, Robert moved to roll them over slightly, to press her back against the blankets, breathing heavily and resuming his earnest kissing. His previously deliberate cadence morphed into a feverish rhythm as his own need to feel her contract around him again became desperate.

With their earlier fire now stoked into greater heat, Cora was not long in achieving his desire. This time her outcry consisted of a series of short, sharp gasps, and these sounds, paired with the unbelievable feel of her second release, inescapably drove Robert to where he could no longer hold back. In one more thrust, he'd ascended to dizzying heights with a lingering groan of complete satiation.

After Robert pulled them both back onto their sides, they lay there entwined, gazing at each other and caressing one another tenderly, as they recovered their breath and let their heartbeats become normal. Once their skin cooled enough to feel the nip of the wind that found its way into the barn, Robert tugged the edges of their blanket up around them both, snuggling even farther into Cora's arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"See?" Cora smiled at him. "Isn't that a glorious way to spend a rainy afternoon?"

Robert chuckled, pressing kisses to her temple. "In my opinion, that should be the only way to spend a rainy afternoon."

A/N: Title and some events inspired by Norah Jones' "Come Away with Me."

"Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I'll write you a song

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me..."