Song Name: | A man has Dreams, from Mary Popins | By: | Robert, Richard Sherman |
Posted By: | grey_air | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | Any | Genre: | General |
Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
Created: | 2014-01-29 21:42:21 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | Mr. Banks:
8 8 -7 -6 -7 8 -7 -6 6 7 A man has dreams of walking with giants 5 -5 <-5 6 7 7 <-7<-7-7 7 -6 To carve his niche in the edifice of time 8 -7 7 -6 6 -6 7 -7 Before the mortar of his zeal -6 -6 <-7 <-7 <-7-6 Has the chance to congeal (more spoken then sung) -6 7 <7 -7 <7 -7 -6 The cup is dashed from his lips -6 7 <7 -7 -7 -7 8 The flame is snuffed aborning -6 7 <7 -7 8 -98 -9 8 -6 He's brought to rack and ruin in his prime Bert: life is a rum go Gov'nor and that the truth! Mr: Banks: 8 -7 7 -6 -7 8 -7 -6 6 6 7 My world was calm, well ordered, exemplary 5 -5 <-5 6 6 7 <-7<-7 -7 7 -6 Then came this person, with chaos in her wake 8 -7 7 -6 6 -6 7 -7 -6 <-7 <-7 -6 And now my life's ambitions go with one fell blow 7 -7 8 -9 8 -9 8 -6 It's quite a bitter pill to take Bert: 6 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 7 -7 7 A spoonful of sugar that is all it takes 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 7 -7 7 It changes bread and water into tea and cakes 7 7 <-6 7 <-6 7 <-6 7 <7 <-7 <7 A spoonful of sugar goes a long, long way <-7 -7 <-7 -7 <-7 -7<-7 -7<-7 8 -9 8 So 'ave yourself a 'ealthy 'elpin' ev'ry day 8 -7 7 -6 -7 8 You've got to grind, grind, grind -7 -6 6 7 At that grindstone 5 -5 <-5 6 7 <-7 -7 7 -6 Though child'ood slips like sand through a sieve 8 -7 7 -6 6 -6 7 -7 And all too soon they've up and grown -6 <-7 <-7 -6 And then they've flown 7 -7 8 -9 8 -7 -7 -6 And it's too late for you to give -6 -5 6 6 <-5 6<-7 Just that spoonful of sugar <-7 -7 7 -7-7-7 5 -7 To 'elp the medicine go down -6 6 6 6 <-5 6 -5 -5 -5 <5 -5 The medicine go down, medicine go down. Bert: Good luck Gov'nor -6 -5 6 6 <-5 6 <-7 <-7 -7 7 -7 -7 -7 5 -7 George: Thank you Bert, and good luck to you too -7 5 -4 5 -7 7 -6 |