C. Dore/J. Littman
Stand at the back for the photograph
A rock in a sea of pearls
As tall as the teachers at ten years old
For I was a big boned girl
My mother said
You’ve a kindly smile
And you’re blessed with a head of curls
And you’re like your father
A heart of gold
You’re just a big boned girl
My father laughed
Said to pay no heed
There’s fellows all round this world
Who’d rather have further to reach around
For the love of a big boned girl
For the love of a big boned girl
But in dreams I float as light as air
And I slip through the crowd unseen
To the tallest boy who lifts me up
The tallest boy who lifts me up
For I am the Harvest Queen
There was a lad
At the New Year ball
He towered above this world
We danced like a dream all night until
He left with a smaller girl
He left with a smaller girl
But in dreams I float as light as air
And I slip through the crowd unseen
To the tallest boy who lifts me up
The tallest boy who lifts me up
For I am the Harvest Queen
Stand at the back for the photograph
That’s me with my smile and curls
But I will be waiting if he comes back
For the heart of a big boned girl
The heart of a big boned girl