Do you remember when we stood in a wood,
The bluebells clustered sweet about our feet,
The branches of the trees above and our love?
Do you remember walking by a stream in a dream,
The gentle rain and mist as we kissed,
The bracken with its colours of fire and our desire?
I remember the joy of each meeting, my heart beating,
The warmth of each embrace, and your face.
I remember the scent of bluebells in the air and your hair.
I remember you as every thing that was gay in my day.