Bluebells

Dancing on the feet of a miracle

While winter's growing cold

Life seems almost cynical

In the gardens of green and gold

While the apples of eden are calling me

I sometimes just can't believe

That man was made a replica

Of someone elses dream

Away to where the rainbow's just a stoney throw away

Where kings and queens assemble just to greet the world and say：

Bear witness to the princess as she lights her precious dome

And bluebells call you home

Home home bluebells calling home

Home home bluebells calling

Home to all the broken melodies

Is a home where all the sunny skies

Rime wihtout a reason endlessly

Just look at how the butter flies

When the evensong sing through the mezzanine

And the birds interrupt the trees

They were talking in the forest hatching up a scheme

When winter comes they'll up and leave

To find the swirling oceans made of conscience and of clay

The weight of all this nonsense we must carry down the way

Towards the great reunion of the apple and the crow

Come on it's time to go

Home home bluebells calling home

Home home bluebells calling home

Home home bluebells calling home

Home home bluebells calling home

Tell the tree of sunlight tell the day of rain

Listen for the flutter rising up again

Better off without a suitcase is the mind

Grasping at a moon beam counting out the time

I was only eight when magic touched my ear

Now it seems the only thing I hear

Is the everlasting chorus of a neverlasting dream

Locked inside my fantasy

So listen up campers along with the rain

The promise of sunshine again

With all that is pretty and all that is blue

The bluebell shines for you

Now somebody said my blank endeavour

To the creatures that walk on the moon

In time you'll see the world at the speed of light

As we all set stones in bloom

Home home bluebells calling home

Home home bluebells calling home

Dancing on the feet of a miracle

While winter's growing cold

Life seems to be almost cynical

In gardens of green and gold

Dancing on the feet of a miracle

While winter's growing cold

Life seems to be almost cynical

In gardens of green and gold

The light has come to free this song of anything that goes

The featherless magician shakes his head and tells us slow

The poet down on main street can't believe his sunken eyes

A calling from the skies

I've never seen a brighter sun

Than the one the crow incorporated

Into his painted rivers three

As the apple reunites the broken melody

Blue is my direction home

Into a world where every ghostly figure

Flutter round the cosmic tare

As we're dancing on the feet of miracles everywhere

Where do flowers go when all is said and done

They hope and pray to find a second sun

With golden shores and amber painted skies

Where poets run and bluebells call home

I've never seen a better day

Than the one that drove the coulds away

Forever from this holy earth

And the bluebells simple words just resting in the dirt

And finally it seems to me

This has got to be the place indeed

I'm just sitting in the gardens green

Watch the blue above and simply dream

My dreamy dream

Where do flowers go when all is said and done

They hope and pray to find a second sun

With golden shores and amber painted skies

Where poets run and bluebells call home