title: A man has Dreams, from Mary Popins
key: General
harp type: Chromatic
genre: Any
skill: Any

Mr. Banks:
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A man has dreams of walking with giants
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To carve his niche in the edifice of time
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Before the mortar of his zeal
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Has the chance to congeal
(more spoken then sung)
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The cup is dashed from his lips
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The flame is snuffed aborning
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He’s brought to rack and ruin in his prime
Bert: life is a rum go Gov’nor and that the truth!
Mr: Banks:
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My world was calm, well ordered, exemplary
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Then came this person, with chaos in her wake
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And now my life’s ambitions go with one fell blow
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It’s quite a bitter pill to take
Bert:
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A spoonful of sugar that is all it takes
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It changes bread and water into tea and cakes
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A spoonful of sugar goes a long, long way
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So ‘ave yourself a ‘ealthy ‘elpin’ ev’ry day
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You’ve got to grind, grind, grind
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At that grindstone
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Though child’ood slips like sand through a sieve
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And all too soon they’ve up and grown
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And then they’ve flown
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And it’s too late for you to give
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Just that spoonful of sugar
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To ‘elp the medicine go down
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The medicine go down, medicine go down.
Bert: Good luck Gov’nor
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George: Thank you Bert, and good luck to you too
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