Lyrics Pieces Of Dreams - 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 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?
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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?