Bluebells
When bluebells wash the hills again
Cascading to the sea
When primrose banks give Spring their thanks
I want to be with thee.
When larks ascend to kiss the sky
And blossom paints each tree
When sunlight breaks on mirror lakes
I want to be with thee.
When meadows brim with celandine
And blooms embrace each bee
When Life is green and Love is queen
I want to be with thee.