Текст песни beautiful south - Little Blue
beautiful south - Little Blue слова песни
You can`t write a novel from a briefcaseYou can write a poem from a trenchYou can dream a dream from A to BBut you can`t catch a bus from a benchYou don`t back a horse called Striding SnailYou don`t name your boat Titanic IISo why when I see your happy smiling faceDo I always end up singing Little BlueLittle Blue, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenbut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle BlueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle BlueHow can a flower so beautifulBe so laden down with dewLittle BlueYou can`t build a brewery on a cemeteryYou can build a pub on a churchAnd people fall quicker than buildings doYou have to decide what comes firstYou don`t call a plane the Flying Roman`Cause the Romans always walked and never flewSo why when I see your happy smiling faceDo I always end up singing Little BlueLittle Blue, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenBut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle BlueHow can a flower so prettyBe so laden down with dewLittle BlueWell Bukowski wrote a story from a barstoolAnd Keats from the top of a hillSo I`m going to save my special song for youFrom a grave where it`s quiet and it`s chill`Cause there`s a queue of clouds assembledOn the horizon of your smileWhen most think that you`re holding backI know you`re holding bileLittle Blue, how do you doYour smile looks like heavenBut your eyes hold a storm about to brewLittle BlueHow can a flower so prettybe so laden down with dewLittle BlueHow can a flower so beautifulbe so laden down with dewLittle Blue