Peggy Lee - Pieces Of Dreams текст песни

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 ever be 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?