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 heroin
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 bluebells are ringing
Ringing
How can it be over after all that we had?
And how come 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
And I'm going nowhere fast
A darker day has holed at last
Deep in this dream I let the calmness keep spinning
And your love has come too late
Now wave to the garden gate
Wake me up when the bluebells are ringing
Ringing...
Wanna hear them ringing, my love
Wanna hear them ringing
Ringing...