The scent of pinks assail me,
I'm walking down a hill,
evoking distant memories
that linger with me still.

Of secret garden places,
full of child delights,
where I played when I was happy,
'mongst Cillas, Daffs,so bright.

Cherry blossom tree drops,
pinking everywhere,
flying Dandelion Fairies
playing through my hair.

The scent of Pinks assail me,
travelling on the air,
once again,
they take me back
To a time without a care.

tribute to a star a scoucer through and through

everybodies friend that every body knew

she entertained us all with her singing voice

everybodies favourite everybodys choice.



with her ginger hair she gave our hearts a glow

suprise suprise and blind date she really made the show

now cillas past away but in our hearts will stay

she his watching over us every single day