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Dancing on the feet of a miracle, while winter's growing cold
Life seems almost cynical, in the gardens of green and gold
While the apples of Eden are calling me, I sometimes just can't believe
That man was made a replica of someone else's dream

Away to where rainbow's just a stoney throw away
Where kings and queens assemble, just to greet the world and say:
Bear witness to the princess as she lights her precious dome
And bluebells call you home

Home, home, bluebells calling home
Home, home, bluebells calling home

Home to all the broken melodies, is a home where all the sunny skies
Rime without a reason endlessly, just look at how the butter flies
When the evensong sing through the mezzanine, and the birds interrupt the trees
They were talking in the forest, hatching up a scheme, when winter comes they'll up and leave

To find the swirling oceans made of conscience and of clay
The weight of all this nonsense we must carry down the way
Towards the great reunion of the apple and the crow
Come on it's time to go...

Home, home, bluebells calling home
Home, home, bluebells calling home

Tell the tree of sunlight, tell the day of rain
Listen for the flutter, rising up again
Better off without a suitcase is the mind
Grasping at a moon beam, counting out the time
I was only eight when magic touched my ear
Now it seems the only thing I hear
Is the everlasting chorus of a neverlasting dream
Locked inside my fantasy

So listen up campers along with the rain, the promise of sunshine again
With all that is pretty and all that is blue, the bluebell shines for you
Now somebody said my blank endeavour, to the creatures that walk on the moon
In time you'll see the world at the speed of light, as we all set stones in bloom

Dancing on the feet of a miracle, while winter's growing cold
Life seems almost cynical, in the gardens of green and gold

The light has come to free this song of anything that goes
The featherless magician shakes his head and tells us slow
The poet down on main street can't believe his sunken eyes
A calling from the skies...

I've never seen a brighter sun, than the one the crow incorporated
Into his painted rivers three, as the apple reunites the broken melody
Blue is my direction home, into a world where every ghostly figure
Flutter round the cosmic tare, as we're dancing on the feet of miracles
Everywhere

Where do flowers go, when all is said and done
They hope and pray, to find a second sun
With golden shores, and amber painted skies
Where poets run, and bluebells call home

I've never seen a better day, than the one that drove the clouds away
Forever from this holy earth, and the bluebells simple words just resting in the dirt
And finally it seems to me, this has got to be the place indeed
I'm just sitting in the gardens green, watch the blue above and simply dream...
My dreamy dream

Where do flowers go, when all is said and done
They hope and pray, to find a second sun
With golden shores, and amber painted skies
Where poets run, and bluebells call home 

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