Little Bull Of Blithe

Call me your little bull of blithe Call me the twinkle in your eye You sing Sam I am Washed his face in a frying pan And I was your little bull of blithe Made sure that everyone was full Whole life dedicated to us all Homesick a mile away from home Made sure we never felt alone Call me your little bull of blithe Queen bee of a little humble hive Matriarch of a massive Geordie tribe, oh aye And I was your little bull of blithe I was your little bull of blithe You may not recognize my face You may not recognize my name You may not recognize the little boy you raised But always your little bull of blithe I'm always your little bull of blithe Just know I'm always your little bull Always your little bull Always your little bull of blithe