Текст песни Bluebell Wood - Frank Joshua

So, if I asked and really really meant it
Not that I wouldn't but not that "I do"
And if I said it like I wasn't joking
Jokes apart, what would you do?

Just suppose you do the asking
Just for a laugh but not just for fun
And if you said it like you really meant it
What would I do, not that I'm jumping the gun?

We could talk about the weather
Pretend we hadn't heard
Talk about the nicest things, the nicest things
That might not get us hurt
Like

Kipping on a mountain top and skipping down the Bluebell Wood
I saw you, flowers in your hair
Laid open to a clear blue sky and holding close as clouds go by
I wonder, is Bluebell Wood
Really there?

Guess we got most of what we asked for
Guess we got more than most
More than enough might be too greedy
So maybe not to ask is best

Talk about the weather
Pretend we hadn't heard
Talk about the nicest things, the nicest things
That might not get us hurt
Like

Kipping on a mountain top and skipping down the Bluebell Wood
I saw you, flowers in your hair
Laid open to a clear blue sky and holding close as clouds go by
I wonder, is Bluebell Wood
Really there?

We could talk about the weather
Pretend we hadn't heard
Talk about the nicest things, the nicest things, the nicest things
That might not get us hurt
Like

Kissing on a mountain top and skipping down the Bluebell Wood
I saw you, flowers in your hair
Laid open to a clear blue sky and holding close as clouds go by
I wonder, Bluebell Wood

Kissing on a mountain top and skipping down the Bluebell Wood
I saw you, flowers in your hair
Laid open to a clear blue sky and holding close as clouds go by
I wonder, is Bluebell Wood, really there?

Is Bluebell Wood, really there?
Is Bluebell Wood, really there?