Patrick Wolf - Bluebells

^F Lucy, rem^Amember ^F The smell of that f^Amall ^F The fires of fu^Amngus And the rot^Gting leaves ^F I fell off the w^Amagon ^F Into your a^Amrms ^F Into this l^Among month of sun^Gdays

^F And you were my hu^Amsband ^F My wife, my h^Ameroin ^F Now this is our fi^Amnal Dece^Gmber ^F Now I'm deep in a f^Amorest ^F Losing all thought of sp^Amring ^F And nothing can h^Amelp me rem^Gember

And I'm going now^Fhere f^Amast A darker day^F has holed at l^Amast Deep in a dr^Feam I set the c^Amalmness to sp^Ginning And your love has co^Fme too l^Amate Away from the^F garden g^Amate Wake me ^Fup when the ^Amblue bells are r^Ginging

^F Now that it's o^Amver after^F all that we ^Amhad ^F It comes, A river r^Amuns through the ra^Gfters down, down, down ^F Does it leave me^Am sleeping? Dreamin^Fg only of^Am spring ^F The phone rings ^Amout and I rem^Gember

But I'm going n^Fowhere f^Amast A darker day^F has holed at l^Amast Deep in this ^Fdream I set the ^Amcalmness to sp^Ginning And your love has ^Fcome too ^Amlate Now wave to the^F garden g^Amate Wake me ^Fup when the ^Amblue bells are ri^Gnging ^FRingi^Amng, r^Fing^Aming, r^Fing^Aming ...