Song | Pieces Of Dreams |
Artist | Stanley Turrentine |
Album | Don't Mess With Mr. T |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Pieces of Dreams | |
Little boy lost | |
In search of little boy found | |
You go on wondering, wandering | |
Stumbling, tumbling ’round, ’round | |
When will you find | |
What’s on the tip of your mind | |
An' 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 leave 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 them on, look and see, can you be far from home |
Pieces of Dreams | |
Little boy lost | |
In search of little boy found | |
You go on wondering, wandering | |
Stumbling, tumbling ' round, ' round | |
When will you find | |
What' s on the tip of your mind | |
An' 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 leave 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 them on, look and see, can you be far from home |
Pieces of Dreams | |
Little boy lost | |
In search of little boy found | |
You go on wondering, wandering | |
Stumbling, tumbling ' round, ' round | |
When will you find | |
What' s on the tip of your mind | |
An' 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 leave 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 them on, look and see, can you be far from home |