title: A man has Dreams, from Mary Popinskey: Generalharp type: Chromaticgenre: Anyskill: AnyMr. Banks:8 8 -7 -6 -7 8 -7 -6 6 7A man has dreams of walking with giants5 -5 <-5 6 7 7 <-7<-7-7 7 -6To carve his niche in the edifice of time8 -7 7 -6 6 -6 7 -7Before the mortar of his zeal-6 -6 <-7 <-7 <-7-6Has the chance to congeal(more spoken then sung)-6 7 <7 -7 <7 -7 -6The cup is dashed from his lips-6 7 <7 -7 -7 -7 8The flame is snuffed aborning-6 7 <7 -7 8 -98 -9 8 -6He’s brought to rack and ruin in his primeBert: life is a rum go Gov’nor and that the truth!Mr: Banks:8 -7 7 -6 -7 8 -7 -6 6 6 7My world was calm, well ordered, exemplary5 -5 <-5 6 6 7 <-7<-7 -7 7 -6Then came this person, with chaos in her wake8 -7 7 -6 6 -6 7 -7 -6 <-7 <-7 -6And now my life’s ambitions go with one fell blow7 -7 8 -9 8 -9 8 -6It’s quite a bitter pill to takeBert:6 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 7 -7 7A spoonful of sugar that is all it takes6 <-5 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 <-5 6 7 -7 7It changes bread and water into tea and cakes7 7 <-6 7 <-6 7 <-6 7 <7 <-7 <7A spoonful of sugar goes a long, long way<-7 -7 <-7 -7 <-7 -7<-7 -7<-7 8 -9 8So ‘ave yourself a ‘ealthy ‘elpin’ ev’ry day8 -7 7 -6 -7 8You’ve got to grind, grind, grind-7 -6 6 7At that grindstone5 -5 <-5 6 7 <-7 -7 7 -6Though child’ood slips like sand through a sieve8 -7 7 -6 6 -6 7 -7And all too soon they’ve up and grown-6 <-7 <-7 -6And then they’ve flown7 -7 8 -9 8 -7 -7 -6And it’s too late for you to give-6 -5 6 6 <-5 6<-7Just that spoonful of sugar<-7 -7 7 -7-7-7 5 -7To ‘elp the medicine go down-6 6 6 6 <-5 6 -5 -5 -5 <5 -5The 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 -7George: Thank you Bert, and good luck to you too-7 5 -4 5 -7 7 -6