Shirley Bassey - Pieces of Dreams lyrics
[Shirley Bassey - Pieces of Dreams lyrics]
Little boy lost in search of little boy found
You go a-wondering, wandering
Stumbling, tumbling, round! round!
When will you find what's on
The tip of your mind?
Why are you blind to all you ever were?
Never were, really are, nearly are?
Little boy false in search of little boy true
Will you be ever done travelling
Always unravelling you, you?
Running away could lead you further astray
And as for fishing in streams
For pieces of dreams
Those pieces will never fit
What is the sense of it?
Little boy blue
Don't let your little sheep roam
It's time, come blow your horn, meet the morn
Look and see, can you be far from home?
You go a-wondering, wandering
Stumbling, tumbling, round! round!
When will you find what's on
The tip of your mind?
Why are you blind to all you ever were?
Never were, really are, nearly are?
Little boy false in search of little boy true
Will you be ever done travelling
Always unravelling you, you?
Running away could lead you further astray
And as for fishing in streams
For pieces of dreams
Those pieces will never fit
What is the sense of it?
Little boy blue
Don't let your little sheep roam
It's time, come blow your horn, meet the morn
Look and see, can you be far from home?
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