Bluebells

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 *******
Now this is our final December
Now deep in a forest
Losing all though of spring
And nothing can help me remember
And Im going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold 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 its 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 Im going nowhere fast
A darker day has hold 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
Ringing