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