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