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Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair

Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun

In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair

As Rita Tushingham in 1961



Well, Lindsey Wells

How I wish that I could feel so good

I wish that I could be as good as you

Well, Lindsey Wells

How I wish that I could feel the good

Beyond the poison in us like you do



LP records in your little hands

Put them on your little dansette for a dance

All those men sing you'll never walk alone

But you'll never let them break your little heart.



Well, Lindsey Wells

How I wish that I could feel so good

I wish that I could be as good as you

Well, Lindsey Wells

How I wish that I could feel the good

Beyond the poison in us like you do



If you have some sort of secret

If you need someone to tell

You can tell me

Because my memory

Always fails

I will forget

And your secret

Will remain

Yes the secret

The secret

Will remain



Well, Lindsey Wells

How I wish that I could feel so good

I wish that I could be as good as you

Well, Lindsey Wells

How I wish that I could feel the good

Beyond the poison in us like you do