Pieces Of Dreams - Shirley Bassey

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 traveling,

Always unraveling 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?

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

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?