Little Bear - Guillemots

Little bear, little bear you’re getting out of hand

Getting out of hand

I think I’m going to lose you now

Oh little bear, little bear you know me too well anyway

Too well every day

I’m going home

I’m going beneath the stars

I’m going under the soil again

And I won’t be back in a long time so get out

Get out of this old house

Before I burn it down

I wouldn’t want to cause you anything

That might break your lovely face

In a thousand shattered china pieces

In this bracken world of broken pieces