Lyrics: Ian Ross
Music: Ian Ross/Emma Rice/Emily Brontë
The bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air
Its blossom has the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit's care
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
The blue bell cannot charm me now
The heath has lost its bloom
The violets in the glen below
They yield no sweet perfume
But though I mourn the heather-bell
'Tis better far, away
I know how fast my tears would swell
To see it smile to-day
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah