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   Your 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