Barbra Streisand - 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?

Written by:
Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand

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