SUCH  A  PERFECT  LADY
(WHEN  I  FEEL  YOUR  LITTLE  FINGERS)
(Chorus: To Brahms Lullaby)

When I feel your little fingers
in my large and calloused hand,
I know that something’s happened
to this hard, hard man:
for the guy that went out chasing
every Saturday night;
thought that the fun was just in drinking
then getting into a fight –
now longs to be at home -
with his wife - and his child;
has given up the hell-raising –
and is no longer wild.

Baby - baby -
such a perfect lady:
Baby – baby –
so pretty, dainty:
Baby – baby –
for you my child,
I’ve given up hell-raising –
and am no longer wild.

When your little fingers
touch my roughened, big hand,
a warmth flows all through me –
I’m a proud, proud man:
and you look just like your mother –
who I’ll always adore;
and with each little smile –
I love you the more.

Baby - baby -
such a perfect lady:
Baby – baby –
so pretty, dainty.

When I feel your little fingers
in my working-man’s hand
that is used to carrying bricks
and heavy buckets of sand -
it thrills me to think
that you’ll grow up to be,
a lovely young woman
just like your Mummy.

Baby - baby -
such a perfect lady:
Baby – baby –
so pretty, dainty:
and you look (just) like your mother –
who I’ll always adore;
and with each little smile –
I just love you more.

Baby - baby -
such a perfect lady:
Baby – baby –
so pretty, dainty:
Baby – baby –
for you – my child,
I’ve given up the hell-raising –
and am no longer wild:
and you look just like your mother –
whom I’ll always adore;
and with each little smile –
I just love you the more.


Simon Leak   March 2004 Copyright

                    N.B. There is a slight lyric change from the recording