There was a time we'd walk this land,
When I'd reach out to take your hand,
We'd head up to the mountain high,
In pleasant mood as time passed by.
Fresh were the bluebells we gathered there,
We were young our lives to share,
The glow of the sun upon my face,
I never forget that splendid place.
There was a time when i could see,
My life was truly meant to be,
For spending time with you was grand,
I so wish i could hold your hand.
That precious gift of being with you,
That place where many bluebells grew,
Imprinted in my heart to stay,
That special time,
Those special days.
Jayne Louise Davies
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