Bluebell versuri

Versuri Alma Cogan & Franck Cordell – Bluebell lyrics

(She was only strolling on her way
Pickin’ a bluebell in the merry merry merry merry merry month of May)

Pickin’ a bluebell in the merry month of May,
And suddenly I saw him strolling on his way,
Pickin’ a bluebell just the same as I was too,
I thought I could be happy with a boy like you.

And as he turned and smiled at me my heart stood still,
I never knew a smile could give me such a thrill.
He was a handsome laddie and he looked so good,
I promised that I’d meet him in the bluebell wood.

Half past seven by the old oak tree,
I was waiting anticipating
What would happen to a girl like me
When he came along?

Pickin’ a bluebell in the merry month of May,
And suddenly I saw him strolling on his way,
Pickin’ a bluebell just the same as I was too,
I thought I could be happy with a boy like you.

(He looked wonderful, oh so wonderful)
How was I to see he would make a fool of me?
(Two dark flashing eyes looked like paradise)
My heart flickered like a flame.

What was I to do? Met my Waterloo.
There I stood for him, waiting in the wood for him;
I’m confessing, I learned my lesson
And now I’ll never be the same.

(Pickin’ a Bluebell) in the merry month of May
And suddenly I saw him strolling on his way,
(Pickin’ a bluebell) just the same as I was too,
I thought I could be happy with a boy like you.

Half past seven by the old oak tree,
I was waiting anticipating
What would happen to a girl like me
When he came along?

Pickin’ a bluebell in the merry month of May,
Is something I’ll remember when I’m old and grey,
And if I live to ninety-two I know darn well,
I never want to see another Scots bluebell.