Woman of the country, now I find youLongin' in your soft infertile tearsAnd I wish the stars do satisfy your longin'For the warmth and tender shelter of my bodyOh, you're mine, yes, you're mine, helter-skelterYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, helter-skelterPlease don't ask how many times I've found youStandin' wet and naked in the gardenAnd I think of days and different ways I held youWe were closely touchin' the air as our heart was beatin'Oh, you're mine, yes, you're mine, helter-skelterYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, helter-skelterOh, when I'm home again in EnglandI'll think of you, loveBecause I love you, loveThere are concrete mountains in the cityAnd pretty city women live inside themAnd yet it seems the city scene is lackin'I'm so glad you're waitin' for me in the countryOh, you're mine, yes, you're mine, helter-skelterYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, helter-skelterYes, you're mine, yes, you're mine, helter-skelterYes, you're mine, me, oh, mine, helter-skelterYes, you're mine, yes, you're mine, helter-skelter