Bluebell girl, standing alone and pale in the sun.

Standing at the roadside, she holds out her thumb.

A car driver soon pulls over right up to her side.

Then he takes the Bluebell girl on a familiar ride.

The driver talks, but the girl can only softly weep.

Because the Bluebell girl she has a secret to keep.

Many years ago, she died near the top of a hill.

Killed on the Bluebell Road, but she walks there still.

Many drivers have taken her ‘home’ the story goes.

To a forever locked cemetery, where a cold wind blows.

 

(A much verified and sad ghost story from Huyon in Liverpool)