Barbara Dickson. Thro' the Recent Years. Somebody Counts On Me. Zeneszám

Everything is going brightly now
Everything is going straight
But you know I must think twice right now
It's really getting quite late

CHORUS:

And I must take my leave of you now
There's someone I've got to see
There's no more that I can give to you now
Because somebody counts on me

Sleepy mornings in the summer
You have been good to me it's true
But you know I can't sit any longer
There's more to summer days than you

CHORUS

It doesn't matter what news you have to tell me
Or what songs you have to sing
Or what goods you have to sell me
Or even what goods you have to bring

CHORUS

Someday when all my work is over
And all my songs are sung
And there's nothing more to bother me
Then I'll do some counting in return

And I must take my leave of you now
There's somewhere I'v got to be
There's no more that I can give to you now
Because somebody counts on me

REPEAT CHORUS