Shirley Bassey Pieces Of Dreams
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 would Never would Really are Nearly are Little boy false In search of little boy true Will you be ever done Traveling Always unraveling You ... you Running away Could lead you farther 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? (transcribed by Roman)