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Roger Whittaker
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A Special Kind of Man
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
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,
My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man.
He's done so much with his fine words
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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,
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,
My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man.
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