A Bird in Hand Songtext
von Cerys Matthews

Midday sun and my world′s begun to come up roses
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, and
It's singing for dinner and I understand

Wake me gently in 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 that I'd rather be
Than sitting getting old in the shade of the same old tree
I got change in my pocket
A bird in my hand, and
It′s singing for dinner and I understand

Wake me gently in the morning (wake me gently)
Take me easy in the afternoon
I'm whiling away the hours (oh)

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