I heard the bluebells ringing
in the light birch wood ..
that ethereal music of the spring.
The sound resounding in my heart ..
whose whisper stirred that carillon
and taught the chaffinches their song?
‘Blue, blue, blue,’
they were singing ..
‘blue, blue, blue
are the bells we are ringing;
blue as our petals
is the clear sky above ..
blue is the beauty of bluebells,
my love ‘..
But, oh, out in the meadow
where soft cowslips bloom
my silent tears erased their perfume …