Blue Bell Knoll

Each is not my love, moan I for what I make up hundreds so I know how to make love There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved Started to see him, till when I married him To yearn admits you're outside to me Grow up I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more And I have been so naive All move and try he knew not And your spangle, how it hurts and I have feelings To yearn admits you're outside to me Grow up To yearn admits you're outside to me Grow up