As I walk along the path,
I always walked with You,
Where the spiders webs would glisten bright,
Within every morning dew.

The dawn chorus would sing through the trees,
From the pretty birds sitting everywhere,
Our favorite place, the bluebell wood,
Their fragance still sweet in the air.

I stop to gather snowrops,
I can’t help but shed a tear,
As I remember You once saying,
“These flowers are so precious My dear”.

So as I walk I think of You,
I will always keep coming here,
I feel You beside Me, in our bluebell wood,
And there are so many of them this year…