Bluebells Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires the fungus and the rotten leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of Sundays
You were my husband, my wife, my heroine Now this is our final December Now I'm deep in a forest Losing all thought of spring And nothing can help me remember
And I'm going nowhere fast A darker day has hold at last Deep in a dream I set the compass to spin And your love has come too late I wave from the garden gate Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing Are ringing
How can it be over After all that we had Now comes a river runs through the rafters Down down down As you leave me sleeping Dreaming only of spring The phone rings out And I've no number
But I'm going nowhere fast A darker day has hold at last Deep in a dream I set the compass keep spinning And your love has come too late And I wave to the garden gate Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing Raining raining raining Hoooh Raining raining raining Hoooh