Текст песни 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 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?