The 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, Lynsey Wells
Oh I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Oh Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison inners like you do
Like you do

LP records in your little hands
Put them on your little dance-set for a dance
All those men sing "You'll never walk alone"
But you'll never let them break your little heart

Well, Lynsey Wells
Oh I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Oh Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison inners like you do
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, your secret will remain

Well, Lynsey Wells
Oh I wish that I could feel so good
I wish that I could be as good as you
Oh Lynsey Wells
How I wish that I could feel the good
Beyond the poison inners like you do
Like you do