Bluebells - Shelley Harland

Ringing
Lucy remember
The smell of that fall
The fires of fungus
And the rotting leaves
I fell off the wagon
Into your arms
Into this long month of sundays
And you were my husband
My wife my h****n
Now this is our final December
Now deep in a forest
Losing all though of spring
And nothing can help me remember
And I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has holed at last
Deep in a dream I set the calmness to spinning
And your love has come too late
Away from the garden gate
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing
Now that it's over after all that we had
A river runs through the rafters down down down
Does it leave me sleeping Dreaming only of spring
The phone rings out and I remember
But I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has holed at last
Deep in this dream I set the calmness to spinning
And your love has come too late
Now wave to the garden gate
Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing
Ringing ringing ringing
Wanna hear them ringing my love
Wanna hear them ringing