Roger Whittaker - A special kind of man lyrics

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Artist: Roger Whittaker

Title: A special kind of man

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Myself I made of nothing

and my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

or at least that’s what they say

Myself I made of nothing

I’m just an all saran also-ran,

my brother was a poet

and a very special kind of man

He painted scenes of dragons,

Knights in armour, bold and brave.

And show me how they rescue ladies fair.

And I killed a hundred dragons.

Rescue damsels in this dress

and that really isn’t bad,

for a man who wasn’t there.

Oh, myself I made of nothing,

my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that’s what they say.

Myself I made of nothing.

I’m just an all saran also-ran,

my brother was a poet,

and a very special kind of man.

He’s done so much with his fine words

to brighten up our last.

With his poems of the working man,

There mothers and there wife’s.

Had a short life and a sweet one.

Had no time to plot or bland.

my brother was a poet

and a very special kind of man.

Oh, myself I made of nothing,

my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that’s what they say.

Myself I made of nothing.

I’m just an all saran also-ran,

my brother was a poet

and a very special kind of man

Oh, myself I made of nothing,

my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that’s what they say.

Myself I made of nothing.

I’m just an all saran also-ran,

my brother was a poet,

and a very special kind of man.

Thanks to mark.walton@sympatico.ca for these lyrics