Cerys Matthews - A Bird In Hand lyrics

i got a ringside ticket playing domino with a friend of mine

sitting getting old in the shade of the same old tree

i got change in my pocket a bird in my hand

it's singing for dinner and i understand

wake me gentlyin the morning

take me easy in the afternoon

i'm whiling away the hours

i'm good for nothing, nothing's good enough for me

i'm going nowhere, there's nowhere i'd rather be

than sitting getting old in the shade of the same old tree

i got change in my pocket and a bird in my hand

it's singing for dinner and i understand

wake me gently in the morning

take me easy in the afternoon

im whiling away the hours

humdrum becomes routine

i open my mouth and feel

new words on my tongue

they already run, like honey

wake me gently in the morning

take me easy in the afternoon

i'm whiling away the hours