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 Lynsey Wells. How I wish that I could feel so good. I wish that I could be as good as you. Well Lynsey 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 Lynsey Wells. How I wish that I could feel so good. I wish that I could be as good as you. Well Lynsey 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 Lynsey Wells. How I wish that I could feel so good. I wish that I could be as good as you. Well Lynsey Wells. How I wish that I could feel the good. Beyond the poison in us like you do