Bluebell Wood I dream I’m in a bluebell wood, You’re on the other side, Gazing across the flowers, Arms stretched open wide. This was a special place of yours, It was your favourite scene, A place of love and happiness, Tranquil and serene. I hear a whisper through the trees, The leaves begin to sway, You smile at me so tenderly, Then turn and walk away. I wonder if you’re there now? If so, I’d like to say, Pick a bunch for me Dabba, I’ll meet you there one day.