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Children Will Listen
From INTO THE WOODS
Lyrics & Music by Stephen Sondheim
Arranged by Jacob Narverud
How do you say to a child in the night “Nothing’s all black, but then nothing’s all white?
How do you say “It will all be all right” when you know that it might not be true?
What do you do?
Careful the things you say, children will listen.
Careful the things you do, children will see and learn.
Children may not obey, but children will listen.
Children will look to you for which way to turn, to learn what to be!
Careful before you say “Listen to me.”
Children will listen!
Careful the wish you make, wishes are children.
Careful the path they take, wishes come true, not free.
Careful the spell you cast, not just on children.
Sometimes the spell may last past what you can see and turn against you!
Careful the tale you tell, That is the spell.
Children will listen!
Guide them but step away, Children will glisten!
Temper with what is true, and children will turn if just to be free!
Careful before you say “Listen to me.”
Children will listen!
Children will listen,
Children will listen!
Children,
Children will listen.
You’ll Never Walk Alone with
Climb Ev’ry Mountain
From CAROUSEL and SOUND OF MUSIC
Oscar Hammerstein II Richard Rodgers
Arranged by Mark Hayes
When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm is a golden sky
and the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain,
though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
and you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk alone.
Climb every mountain, search high and low.
Follow every by way, every path you know.
Climb every mountain, ford every stream.
Follow every rainbow, till you find your dream!
A dream that will need all the love you can give,
every day of your life for as long as you live.
Climb every mountain, ford every stream.
Follow every rainbow till you find your dream!
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk
You’ll never walk,
you’ll never walk alone!
Sunrise, Sunset
From FIDDLER ON THE ROOF
Sheldon Harnick Jerry Bock
Arranged by John Leavitt
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older, when did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?
(Chorus)
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,
swiftly flow the days:
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
blossoming even as we gaze.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,
swiftly fly the years;
One season following another,
laden with happiness and tears.
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
Now they must learn from one another day by day.
They look so natural together
Just like two newlyweds should be.
Is there a canopy in store for me?
(Chorus)
Defying Gravity
From WICKED
Lyrics & Music by Stephen Schwartz
Arranged by Roger Emerson
Something has changed within me, something is not the same.
I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game.
Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep.
It’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap.
It’s time to try defying gravity. I think I’ll try defying gravity, and you can’t pull me down.
I’m through accepting limits ‘cause someone says they’re so.
Some things I cannot change but ‘til I try, I’ll never know.
Too long I’ve been afraid of losing love, I guess, I’ve lost.
Well, if that’s love, it comes at much too high a cost.
I’d sooner try defying gravity. Kiss me goodbye;
I’m defying gravity, and you can’t pull me down.
Unlimited. My future is unlimited.
And I’ve just had a vision almost like a prophecy.
I know it sounds truly crazy, and true, the vision’s hazy.
But I swear someday I’ll be up in the sky, defying gravity.
Flying so high, defying gravity. They’ll never pull me down.
So if you care to find me, look to the western sky.
As someone told me lately: everyone deserves the chance to fly!
And if I’m flying solo, at least I’m flying free.
To those who’d ground me, take a message back from me.
Tell them how I am defying gravity. I’m flying high, defying gravity.
And soon I’ll match them in renown.
And nobody in all of Oz, no Wizard that there is or was
is every gonna’ bring me down. Ah!
Pasko Na Naman!
It’s Christmas Time Once Again!
Pasko na naman
O kay tulin ng araw
Paskong nagdaan tila ba kung kailan lang
Ngayon ay Pasko dapat pasalamatan
Ngayon ay Pasko tayo ay magbigayan
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Tanging araw na ating pinakamimithi
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Ang Pagibig naghahari
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Tanging araw na ating pinakamimithi
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Ang Pagibig naghahari
Pasko na naman
O kay tulin ng araw
Paskong nagdaan tila ba kung kailan lang
Ngayon ay Pasko dapat pasalamatan
Ngayon ay Pasko tayo ay magbigayan
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Tanging araw na ating pinakamimithi
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Ang Pagibig naghahari
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Tanging araw na ating pinakamimithi
Pasko, Pasko, Pasko na namang muli
Ang Pagibig naghahari
Ang Pagibig naghahari
Pasko!
It’s Christmas again
Oh how swift the days
Past Christmas seems just a while ago
It’s Christmas now we must be thankful
Now it’s Christmas let’s give to one another
Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Sole day that we long for the most
Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Love reigns
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Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Sole day that we long for the most
Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Love reigns
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It’s Christmas again
Oh how swift the days
Past Christmas seems just a while ago
It’s Christmas now we must be thankful
Now it’s Christmas let’s give to one another
Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Sole day that we long for the most
Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Love reigns
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Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Sole day that we long for the most
Christmas, it’s Christmas again
Love reigns
Love reigns
Christmas!
Carrying The Banner
From NEWSIES
Jack Feldman Alan Menken
Arranged by Roger Emerson
From Bottle Alley to the harbor, there’s easy pickin’s guaranteed.
Try any banker, bum, or barber. They almost all knows how to read.
It’s a crooked game we’re playin’, one we’ll never lose,
long as suckers don’t mind payin’ just to get the news!
Ain’t it a fine life, carrying the banner through it all!
A mighty fine life, carrying the banner tough and tall.
When that bell rings, we goes where we wishes.
We’s as free as fishes. Sure beats washin’ dishes.
What a fine life, carrying the banner home free all!
It takes a smile that spreads like butter, the kind that turns a lady’s head.
It takes an orphan with a stutter. Who’s also blind…And mute…And dead!
Summer stinks and winter’s freezin’ when you works outdoors.
Start out sweatin’, end up sneezin’. In between, it pours!
Still, it’s a fine life, carryin’ the banner with me chums.
A bunch o’ big shots, tossin’ out a freebie to the bums.
What’s the hold up? Waitin’ makes me antsy. I likes livin’ chancey,
Harlem to Delancey, what a fine life, Carrying the banner through the
Blessed children, though you wander lost and depraved,
Jesus loves you. You shall be saved.
Curdled – Just gimme half a cup – coffee, - Something to wake me up.
Concrete – I gotta find an angle – doughnuts sprinkled with mold, -
It’s getting’ bad out there – homemade – Papers is all I got -
Jesus – It’s eighty eight degrees – biscuits - Jack says to change my spot –
loves you – Wish I could catch a breeze – Maybe it’s worth a shot – just two –
All I can catch is fleas – years old – If I hate the headline,
I’ll make up a headline and I’ll say anything I have ta.
‘Cause at two for a penny, if I take too many, Wiesel just make me eat ‘em afta’,
Got a feeling ‘bout a headline! – I do too! – I smells me a headline? –
So it must be true! – Papes are gonna sell like we was given ‘em away! –
What a switch! – Betcha dinner it’s a doozy ‘bout a – Soon we’ll all be rich –
pistol packing floozy who know how – Don’t know a better way –
to make a newsie’s day!
We’ll all be out there, carrying the banner man to man.
We’re always out there, soakin’ ev’ry sucker that we can.
Here’s the headline: Newsies on a mission! Kill the competition!
Sell the next edition! We’ll be out there, carrying the banner!
See us out there, carrying the banner!
Always out there, carrying the banner!
Seize The Day
From NEWSIES
Jack Feldman Alan Menken
Arranged by Roger Emerson
Open the gates and seize the day.
Don’t be afraid and don’t delay.
Nothing can break us.
No one can make us give our rights away.
Arise and seize the day.
Now is the time to seize the day.
Now is the time to seize the day.
Send out the call and join the fray.
Send out the call and join the fray.
Wrongs will be righted if we’re united.
Let us seize the day.
Friends of the friendless seize the day.
Friends of the friendless seize the day.
Raise up the torch and light the way.
Raise up the torch and light the way.
Proud and defiant we’ll slay the giant.
Let us seize the day.
Neighbor to neighbor, father to son.
One for all and all for one.
Open the gates and seize the day.
Open the gates and seize the day.
Don’t be afraid and don’t delay.
Don’t be afraid and don’t delay.
Nothing can break us.
No one can make us give our rights away.
Neighbor to neighbor, father to son.
One for all and all for one.
Neighbor to neighbor, father to son.
One for all and all for one.
One for all. All for one.
Circle of Life
From THE LION KING
Tim Rice Elton John
Arranged by Audrey Snyder
Nants ingonyama bigithi baba.
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama.
Nants ingonyama bigithi baba.
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
From the day we arrive on this planet.
And blinking, step into the sun.
There is more to see that can ever be seen.
More to do that can ever be done.
There is far too much to take in here.
More to find that can ever be found.
But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky,
Keeps great and small on the endless round.
It’s the circle of life. And it moves us all.
Through despair and hope.
Through faith and love.
Till we find our place, on the path unwinding.
In the circle, the circle of life.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
Ingonyama nengy’enamabala.
It’s the circle of life. And it moves us all.
Through despair and hope.
Through faith and love.
Till we find our place, on the path unwinding.
In the circle, the circle of life.
In the circle, the circle of life.
My Shot
From HAMILTON
Lyrics & Music by Lin-Manuel Miranda
Arranged by Alex Lacamoire & Lin-Manuel Miranda
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
Ayo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot!
I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but boy, I amaze and astonish!
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish.
I gotta holler just to be heard.
With every word, I drop knowledge!
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal, my power of speech: unimpeachable
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
but man, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R
We are-meant to be…
A colony that runs independently
So there will be a revolution in this century.
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
Ayo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
Ayo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot!
Ev’rybody sing: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yea!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yea!
Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up
When are these colonies gonna…
Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up? Rise up!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
Ayo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
Ayo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot!
We’re gonna rise up, time to take a shot (I am not throwin’ away my shot)
we’re gonna rise up, time to take a shot (I am not throwin’ away my shot)
we’re gonna, rise up, rise up (it’s time to take a shot)
Rise up, rise up (it’s time to take a shot)
Time to take a shot, time to take a shot!
And I am not throwin’ away my, not throwin’ away my shot!
Anthem
From CHESS
Lyrics & Music by
Benny Andersson, Tim Rice and Bjorn Ulvaeus
Arranged by John Purifoy
No man, no madness, though their sad power may prevail,
can possess, conquer my country’s heart; they rise to fail.
She is eternal long before nations’ lines were drawn,
when no flags flew and no armies stood, my land was born.
And you ask me why I love her through wars, death and despair.
She is the constant, we who don’t care.
And you wonder, will I leave her? But how?
I cross over borders but I’m still there now.
How can I leave her? Where would I start?
Let man’s petty nations tear themselves apart.
My land’s only borders lie around my heart.
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
Then from each dark, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound the carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good will.
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It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearthstones of a continent,
And made forlorn the households born
Of peace on earth, good will.
And with the sound the carols drowned
[Down with the traitor!
Kill that Yankee soldier
I’ll march away to the firing line
And kill that Yankee soldier!]
Of peace on earth, good will!
Of peace on earth good will to men!
Of peace on earth good will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men!”
‘Til ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day.
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.”
The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.
I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General
From THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE
Lyrics by W. S. Gilbert Music by Arthur Sullivan
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral,
I’ve information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;
I’m very well acquainted, too with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I’m teeming with a lot o’ news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hy-pot-e-pot-e-nuse.
I’m very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
I know our mythic history, King Arthur’s and Sir Caradoc’s;
I answer hard acrostics, I’ve a pretty taste for paradox,
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes!
Then I can hum a fugue of which I’ve heard the music’s din afore,
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pinafore.
And whistle all the airs from the infernal nonsense Pin-a-pin-a-fore.
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,
And tell you ev’ry detail of Caractacus’s uniform:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
In fact, when I know what is meant by “mamelon” and “ravelin”,
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin,
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I’m more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by “commissariat”,
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery.
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery –
In short, when I’ve a smattering of elemental strategy –
You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a gee.
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You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a gee,
You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a gee,
You’ll say a better Major-Gineral has never sat a, sat a gee.
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For my military knowledge, though I’m plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
He is the very model of a modern Major-Gineral.
*Gilbert wrote “Gineral”, which rhymes with mineral.
The Impossible Dream
From MAN OF LA MANCHA
Lyrics by Joe Darion Music by Mitch Leigh
Arranged by Mark Hayes
To dream the impossible dream,
to fight the unbeatable foe,
to bear with unbearable sorrow,
to run where the brave dare not go.
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To right the unrightable wrong,
to love, pure and chaste, from afar,
to try when your arms are too weary,
to reach the unreachable star!
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This is my quest, to follow that star,
no matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
to fight for the right without question or pause,
to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I’ll only be true
to this glorious quest,
that my heart will lie peaceful and calm,
when I’m laid to my rest,
and the world will be better for this,
that one man scorned and covered with scars,
still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
to reach the unreachable stars.
This is my quest, to follow that star,
no matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
to fight for the right without question or pause,
to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!
And I know, if I’ll only be true
to this glorious quest,
that my heart will lie peaceful and calm,
when I’m laid to my rest,
and the world will be better for this,
that one man scorned and covered with scars,
still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
to reach the unreachable stars,
the unreachable stars,
the unreachable stars!
Lily’s Eyes
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
Strangely quiet, but now the storm simply rests to strike again.
Standing, waiting, I think of her,
I think of her.
Strange, this Mary, she leaves the room yet remains, she lingers on.
Something stirs me to think of her,
I think of her.
From death she casts her spell.
All night we hear her sighs.
And now a girl has come who has her eyes.
She has her eyes, the girl has Lily’s hazel eyes.
Those eyes that say him happy long ago.
Those eyes that gave him life and hope he’d never known.
How can he see the girl and miss those hazel eyes?
She has her eyes, the girl has Lily’s hazel eyes.
Those eyes that closed and left me all alone.
Those eyes I feel will never ever let me go.
How can I see this girl who has her hazel eyes?
In Lily’s eyes a castle, this house seemed to be;
and I her bravest knight became.
My lady fair was she.
She has her eyes, she has my Lily’s hazel eyes.
Those eyes that loved my brother – never me.
Those eyes that never saw me, never knew I longed
to hold her close, to live at last in Lily’s eyes.
Imagine me, a lover.
I longed for the day she’d turn and see me standing there.
Would God have let her stay?
She has her eyes, she has my Lily’s hazel eyes.
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Those eyes that saw me happy long ago.
(Those eyes that first I loved so.)
How can I now forget that once I dared to be . . .
(How can I now forget that I dared to be . . .)
. . . in love, alive and whole?
In Lily’s eyes!
In Lily’s eyes!
Hold On
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
When you see the storm is comin’, see the lightning part the skies,
it’s too late to run, there’s terror in your eyes,
what you do then is remember this old thing you heard me say:
“It’s the storm, not you, that’s bound to go away.”
Hold on, hold on to someone standing by,
hold on, don’t even ask how long or why.
Child, hold on to what you know is true,
hold on ‘till you get through, child, oh child hold on.
When you feel your heart is poundin’ fear a devil’s at your door
there’s no place to hide, you’re frozen to the floor.
What you do then, is you force yourself to wake up, and you say:
“It’s this dream, not me, that’s bound to go away.”
Hold on, hold on, the night will soon be by,
hold on, until there’s nothing left to try.
Child, hold on, there’s angels on their way. Hold on and hear them say:
“Child, oh child,” and it doesn’t even matter if the danger and the doom
come from up above, or down below, or just come flyin’ at you from across the room.
When you see a man who’s raging, and he’s jealous, and he fears
that you’ve walked through walls he’s hid behind for years,
what you do then is you tell yourself to wait it out and say:
“It’s this day, not me, that’s bound to go away.”
Child, hold on, it’s this day, not you,
that’s bound to go away.
Come to My Garden
From THE SECRET GARDEN
Lyrics by Marsha Norman Music by Lucy Simon
Come to my garden nestled in the hill.
There I'll keep you safe beside me.
Come to my garden rest there in my arms.
There I'll see you safely grown and on your way.
Stay there in my garden where love grows free and wild.
Come to my garden
Come, Sweet Child!
Lift me up and lead me to the garden where life begins anew
where I'll love you and I'll find you love me, too.
Lift me up and lead me to the garden (Come to my garden.)
where love grows deep and true, (Rest there in my arms.)
where I'll tell you, (There I'll)
where I'll show you my new life. (see you safely grown)
I will live for you. (and on your way.)
I shall see you in your garden (I shall see you in my garden,)
and spring will come and stay (where love grows free and wild.)
Lift me up and lead me to the garden. (Come to my garden.)
Come, sweet day.
Lift me up and lead me to the garden where love grows deep and true (strong)
Where I’ll tell you. Where I’ll show you my new life. I will live for you.
I shall see you in my garden where love grows free and wild.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up.
Lift me up and lead me to the garden,
Come, sweet day!
Agony
From INTO THE WOODS
Stephen Sondheim
Rapunzel's Prince is the pompous and arrogant brother of Cinderella's Prince. Sibling rivalry runs rampant between the brothers, including each brother's belief that his lady love is the most beautiful.
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CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Did I abuse her or show her disdain?
Why does she run from me?
If I should lose her how shall I regain the heart she has won from me?
Agony—! Beyond power of speech!
When the one thing you want is the only thing out of your reach.
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
High in her tower she sits by the hour maintaining her hair.
Blithe and becoming and frequently humming a lighthearted air:
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—
Agony—! Far more painful than yours!
When you know she would go with you, if there only were doors.
BOTH PRINCES
Agony!
Oh, the torture they teach!
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
What's as intriguing—
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Or half so fatiguing-
BOTH PRINCES
As what’s out of reach?
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Am I not sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate,
charming, as kind as I’m handsome and heir to a throne?
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
You are everything maidens could wish for!
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Then why no—?
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
Do I know?
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
The girl must be mad
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
You know nothing of madness!
Till you're climbing her hair and you see her up there
as you're nearing her, all the while hearing her
“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah –“
BOTH PRINCES
Agony!
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Misery!
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
Woe!
BOTH PRINCES
Though it's different for each
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Always ten steps behind –
RAPUNZEL'S PRINCE
Always ten feet below –
BOTH PRINCES
And she's just out of reach.
Agony!
That can cut like a knife!
I must have her to wife!
Sunday
From SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE
Words & Music by Stephen Sondheim
Sunday,
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
Let us pass
Through our perfect park,
Pausing on a Sunday
By the cool
Blue triangular water
On the soft
Green elliptical grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees
Forever. . .
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park,
Made of flecks of light
And dark,
And parasols.
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday. . .
Sunday. . . Sunday. . .
Sunday
From SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE
Words & Music by Stephen Sondheim
Sunday,
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
Let us pass
Through our perfect park,
Pausing on a Sunday
By the cool
Blue triangular water
On the soft
Green elliptical grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees
Forever. . .
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park,
Made of flecks of light
And dark,
And parasols.
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday. . .
Sunday. . . Sunday. . .
One Day More
From LES MISÉRABLES
Music by Claude-Michel Schönberg
Original French Lyrics by Alain Boublil & Jean-Marc Natel
English-language Libretto by Herbert Kretzmer
​VALJEAN
One day more,
Another day, another destiny,
This never ending road to Calvary,
These men who seem to know my crime
Will surely come a second time.
One day more.
MARIUS
I did not live until today.
How can I live when we are parted?
VALJEAN
One day more.
MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you'll be world’s away.
And yet with you my world has started.
EPONINE
One more day all on my own.
MARIUS & COSETTE
Will we ever meet again?
EPONINE
One more day with him not caring.
MARIUS & COSETTE
I was born to be with you.
EPONINE
What a life I might have known.
MARIUS & COSETTE
And I swear I will be true.
EPONINE
But he never saw me there.
ENJOLRAS & MARIUS
One more day before the storm.
Do I follow where she goes?
At the barricades of freedom.
Shall I join my brothers there?
When our ranks begin to form,
Do I stay, and do I dare?
Will you take your place with me?
ALL
The time is now, the day is here!
VALJEAN
One day more!
JAVERT
One day more to revolution,
We will nip it in the bud,
We’ll be ready for these schoolboys.
They will wet themselves with blood.
VALJEAN
One day more!
M. & MME. THENARDIER
Watch ‘em run amuck.
Catch 'em as they fall.
Never know your luck when there's a free for all.
Here a little ‘dip’.
There a little ‘touch’.
Most of them are goners so they won't miss much!
STUDENTS
One day to a new beginning
Raise the flag of freedom high.
Every man will be a king,
Every man will be a king!
There's a new world for the winning,
There's a new world to be won.
Do you hear the people sing?
MARIUS
My place is here, I fight with you!
VALJEAN
One day more!
MARIUS & COSETTE
I did not live until today,
JAVERT
I will join these people's heroes, I will follow where they go,
THENARDIERS
Watch ‘em run amuck,
Catch ‘em as they fall,
EPONINE
One more day all on my own.
MARIUS & COSETTE
How can I live when we are parted?
JAVERT
I will learn their little secrets I will know the things they know.
THENARDIERS
Here a little ‘dip’,
There a little ‘touch’,
VALJEAN
One day more!
MARIUS & COSETTE
Tomorrow you’ll be worlds away,
JAVERT
One more day to revolution.
THENARDIERS
Watch ‘em run amuck.
Catch ‘em as they fall.
EPONINE
What a life I might have known.
JAVERT
We will nip it in the bud:
THENARDIERS
Never know your luck when there’s a free for all.
MARIUS & COSETTE
And yet with you my world has started.
JAVERT
We’ll be ready for these school boys.
VALJEAN & JAVERT
Tomorrow we'll be far away,
Tomorrow is the judgement day,
ALL
Tomorrow we’ll discover what our God in heaven has in store,
One more dawn,
One more day,
One day more!
Sunday
From SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE
Words & Music by Stephen Sondheim
Sunday,
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
Let us pass
Through our perfect park,
Pausing on a Sunday
By the cool
Blue triangular water
On the soft
Green elliptical grass
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of trees
Forever. . .
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass
In our perfect park,
Made of flecks of light
And dark,
And parasols.
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday. . .
Sunday. . . Sunday. . .
Thank you!
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