| Song | The Bluebell Man |
| Artist | Charlie Landsborough |
| Album | Smile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| And he walks in dreams | |
| What the world rejects | |
| He alone redeems | |
| Followin the light | |
| No one else can see | |
| Faithful to himself | |
| Needs nobody else to set him free | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| And his colours dance | |
| He can catch the sun with a passing glance | |
| How can he see further than the rest | |
| Does his heart hold secret’s | |
| That our minds cannot digest | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| Turnin circles | |
| Carousels of thought | |
| Can’t remember | |
| All the things he taught me with his heart | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| And his life’s a song | |
| That’s clear and true | |
| In a world gone wrong | |
| He can see the fire | |
| That lives inside the spark | |
| He’ll looks at the stars | |
| While we are complain of the dark | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| In my heart | |
| He dances still | |
| Far away On another hill | |
| Everyday his words still fill my life | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| And his mind is his own | |
| And he walks among | |
| But he walks alone | |
| Listenin to the secrets | |
| Of every wind that blows | |
| Pickin up the sounds | |
| That everybody hears | |
| But no one knows | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| And he’ll never die | |
| He’ll just sail away | |
| And the moon is high | |
| Everywhere he’s been | |
| He’ll leave a trace | |
| Of warmth in some ones heart | |
| Or a smile upon their face | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| He’s the bluebell man | |
| Bluebell man |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And he walks in dreams | |
| What the world rejects | |
| He alone redeems | |
| Followin the light | |
| No one else can see | |
| Faithful to himself | |
| Needs nobody else to set him free | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And his colours dance | |
| He can catch the sun with a passing glance | |
| How can he see further than the rest | |
| Does his heart hold secret' s | |
| That our minds cannot digest | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| Turnin circles | |
| Carousels of thought | |
| Can' t remember | |
| All the things he taught me with his heart | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And his life' s a song | |
| That' s clear and true | |
| In a world gone wrong | |
| He can see the fire | |
| That lives inside the spark | |
| He' ll looks at the stars | |
| While we are complain of the dark | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| In my heart | |
| He dances still | |
| Far away On another hill | |
| Everyday his words still fill my life | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And his mind is his own | |
| And he walks among | |
| But he walks alone | |
| Listenin to the secrets | |
| Of every wind that blows | |
| Pickin up the sounds | |
| That everybody hears | |
| But no one knows | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And he' ll never die | |
| He' ll just sail away | |
| And the moon is high | |
| Everywhere he' s been | |
| He' ll leave a trace | |
| Of warmth in some ones heart | |
| Or a smile upon their face | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| Bluebell man |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And he walks in dreams | |
| What the world rejects | |
| He alone redeems | |
| Followin the light | |
| No one else can see | |
| Faithful to himself | |
| Needs nobody else to set him free | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And his colours dance | |
| He can catch the sun with a passing glance | |
| How can he see further than the rest | |
| Does his heart hold secret' s | |
| That our minds cannot digest | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| Turnin circles | |
| Carousels of thought | |
| Can' t remember | |
| All the things he taught me with his heart | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And his life' s a song | |
| That' s clear and true | |
| In a world gone wrong | |
| He can see the fire | |
| That lives inside the spark | |
| He' ll looks at the stars | |
| While we are complain of the dark | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| In my heart | |
| He dances still | |
| Far away On another hill | |
| Everyday his words still fill my life | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And his mind is his own | |
| And he walks among | |
| But he walks alone | |
| Listenin to the secrets | |
| Of every wind that blows | |
| Pickin up the sounds | |
| That everybody hears | |
| But no one knows | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| And he' ll never die | |
| He' ll just sail away | |
| And the moon is high | |
| Everywhere he' s been | |
| He' ll leave a trace | |
| Of warmth in some ones heart | |
| Or a smile upon their face | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| He' s the bluebell man | |
| Bluebell man |