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|  Bleary-Eyed Beauty (K. Brewer/R. Bell) Well I've gathered your things and I've bid our beannacht The clachan is sleeping, the crow and the cock Your vagabond sailors have all gone to dock To ready their heads for the morning You spun em all proper and gave em a fling Now the sheep's in the stable the pig's on the wing The piper's been paid and we don't owe a thing Till you start up again in the morning When all the world will eagerly welcome your next brave move... And it's off to bed my bleary-eyed beauty The angels trust to me And I won't leave you dry when you're closing your eyes We'll sip from your sea of dreams I've herded the horses, done chores from the field Disquieted chickens for what they would yield Brought fresh cream and berries to fashion a meal To be fickle and fat in the morning For I love ya my darlin, my name I desire To fall from your sweet lips when asked of your squire And curl your fine toes as we sit by my fire Till all the wee hours of the morning When all the world will anxiously welcome your new brave plan... And it's off to bed my bleary-eyed beauty The angels trust to me And I won't leave you dry when you're closing your eyes Just sip from your sea of dreams And it's off to bed my starry-eyed polly The angels smile on thee When I kiss you all over and over again And trip on your sea of dreams And it's off to bed my bleary-eyed beauty The angels trust to me And I won't leave you dry when you're closing your eyes Just sip from your sea of dreams Knock it on the head my starry-eyed polly The angels smile on thee As I kiss you all over and over again And sip on your sea of dreams. back to Lyrics menu |
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