Beryl
演唱：BarbaraSunlight dipping in the harbour, sleepy town a wider part of
The big picture that she painted, rarely praised, never berated,
Life is all the joy of the everyday, and she saw love in happy go lucky cafes
Mornings walking in the dark, pass sailors dancing in the park,
Mark - butchers bartering with people, clergymen under the steeple,
Sit, watching the world as it rolls on by, sun on the waves, afternoon hours flitter by,
And she smiled at happy old family life
Dancing Tom, Brian plays,
Sylvia sings and misbehaves,
Frank looks on and he's dismayed,
Life is but a cabaret,
Oh they look a lot like you!
Broad brush strokes her into life, and shyness goes, oh what delights
Will meet her gleaming on the easel, bawdy, bright and so appealing,
To, an over emotional me and you,
Just sit there, smiling in her care, you'll feel fine,
As figures of fun on their holiday come to the seaside
While you sit in such a scene,
Of happy faces, grins pristine,
She goes home and dreams in bed,
Wishes we could paint instead
Dancing Tom, Brian plays,
Sylvia sings and misbehaves,
Frank looks on and he's dismayed,
Life is but a cabaret,
Oh they look a lot like you!
Dancing Tom, God only knows,
Sylvia Sings, misbehaving all of the time
The big picture that she painted, rarely praised, never berated,
Life is all the joy of the everyday, and she saw love in happy go lucky cafes
Mornings walking in the dark, pass sailors dancing in the park,
Mark - butchers bartering with people, clergymen under the steeple,
Sit, watching the world as it rolls on by, sun on the waves, afternoon hours flitter by,
And she smiled at happy old family life
Dancing Tom, Brian plays,
Sylvia sings and misbehaves,
Frank looks on and he's dismayed,
Life is but a cabaret,
Oh they look a lot like you!
Broad brush strokes her into life, and shyness goes, oh what delights
Will meet her gleaming on the easel, bawdy, bright and so appealing,
To, an over emotional me and you,
Just sit there, smiling in her care, you'll feel fine,
As figures of fun on their holiday come to the seaside
While you sit in such a scene,
Of happy faces, grins pristine,
She goes home and dreams in bed,
Wishes we could paint instead
Dancing Tom, Brian plays,
Sylvia sings and misbehaves,
Frank looks on and he's dismayed,
Life is but a cabaret,
Oh they look a lot like you!
Dancing Tom, God only knows,
Sylvia Sings, misbehaving all of the time