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.