Cliff Richard - Mistletoe and Wine

The night has dragged on, I wake with a yawn It's 2AM, I make way to head on As I stumble, my gut groans Taste buds wet, the plate sits aglow, they're

Custard creams, in a spread of dreams Stuffing my mouth full to the seams With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core The ideal choice for dunking in tea

I cough and splutter, as I inhale dry crumbs I Heimlich myself, clearing my lungs But I can't stop myself reaching for more Through watering eyes, I prepare myself for

Custard creams, in a spread of dreams Stuffing my mouth full to the seams With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core The ideal choice for dunking in tea

Custard creams How they shine

To be finished