Bluebell Polka by Stella (c)
(From Tape Two)
Where are the songs of spring?
Where do sweet celebrations ring.
I know a place far from here,
far from world’s greedy eye.
Let us go to the Bluebell woods……
Where fragile flowers shyly peep
from out the shadows of the green.
Let us run and leave this place forever…..
Let us go on a journey rare
into a land you may remember
As summer set ??? sunset dips and light grows dimmer,
the evening star casts a silvery shimmer…..
it’s time to trip to the land of Faye,
to twilight woodlands let us stray……………..
“BLUEBELL POLKA”
ROUND AND ROUND THE TREE WE GO
ROUND AND ROUND IT’S BRANCHES
SPINNING UP AND TWIRLING DOWN
SEEDS HAVE GROWN IN MASSES
BLUEBELLS ON THE FOREST FLOOR
SPRINKLINGS OF DUSK CLOUD
LOVERS LOVING HAND IN HAND
HEARTS A WINGED THEY FEEL PROUD
SEE FORE YONDER VALLEY,
LANDSCAPE SWIFT AND MIGHTY
SUN DIPS THROUGH THE WATER,
TWILIGHT SPELL ENCHANTING
LA, LA LA LA LA ……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA, LA LA LA L A……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
DIMLY LIT THE LANTERNS GLOW
LIGHT IS FADING QUICKLY
TIME TO FEAST AND TIME TO PLAY
BLUEBELLS RINGING CLEARLY
MOONING THROUGH THE WILLOW TREES
BENDING IN THEIR HALF LIGHT
CAREFUL FOOT MEANDERING
FRIENDS ARE HERE TO SING BRIGHT
SEE FORE YONDER VALLEY,
LANDSCAPE SWIFT AND MIGHTY
SUN DIPS THROUGH THE WATER,
TWILIGHT SPELL ENCHANTING
LA, LA LA LA LA ……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA, LA LA LA LA ……
LA LA LA LA LA LA
(Dreamtime
instrumental break…
taking
us on a journey through a magic garden)
(poetry) ???? extra not on tape?????
“Do we remember the garden,
where the twilight
echoes would ring through our grove………
and flowers sang their colours into the night…
where moist clay formed into melodious form….
…….and the silken veils of the dancing ones
hung ready on the boughs…..waiting, just waiting
for their creation…….
A wild place…a wild unknown place, a place where
the garden carried and cradled you, where it wept
and laughed and danced and sang with you…….
Embraced within the nook of flowing flowing stream,
flow…..flow ………FLY….FLY…high, mark air
with colour,….dab eyes with breath invisible,
can you feel the garden breathing? can you feel the
garden breathing?…how we are blessed…..
how we are blessed.