I’ll take you to Marlow, to Bluebell wood,
but you won’t know of it until you wake up.
How does that sound my friend, to Bluebell Wood?
think of it now, does it chill your blood?
You’re going to Marlow, to Bluebell Wood,
that’s all I can do now, until you wake up.
You’ll love it in Marlow, where you first fell in love,
surely this pleases you, as no other thought could?
To be with the wind there and the memory should
last through the years in Bluebell Wood
I know you’ll be gone soon, for all the good
you’ll be with the wind there in Bluebell Wood.
