Where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain.

And the wavin’ wheat

Can sure smell sweet

When the wind comes right behind the rain.

Oklahoma,

Every night my honey lamb and I

Sit alone and talk

And watch a hawk

Makin’ lazy circles in the sky.

We know we belong to the land.

And the land we belong to is grand.

And when we say "Yo, ki yip I o yee ahh."

We’re only sayin’ you’re doing fine, Oklahoma.

Oklahoma. OK.

(Repeat)

Time and again I would try to say

All I’d want you to know.

If I loved you.

Words wouldn’t come in an easy way

Round in circles I’d go.

Longing to tell you but afraid and shy.

I’d let my golden chances pass me by.

Soon you’ll leave me

Off you would go in the mist of day.

Never, never to know.

How I loved you

If I loved you.

And somehow I can see

Just exactly how I’d be

If I loved you.

Time and again I would try to say

All I’d want you to know.

If I loved you.

Words wouldn’t come in an easy way

Round in circles I’d go.

Longing to tell you but afraid and shy.

I’d let my golden chances pass me by.

Soon you’ll leave me

Off you would go in the mist of day.

Never, never to know.

How I loved you

If I loved you.

When you walk through a storm

Keep your chin 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.

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.

Maria.

All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word.

Maria.

I’ve just met a girl named Maria.

And suddenly that name will never be the same to me.

Maria,

I’ve just kissed a girl named Maria.

And suddenly I’ve found how wonderful a sound can be.

Maria.

Say it loud and there’s music playing.

Say it soft and it’s almost like praying.

Maria,

I’ll never stop saying, Maria.

Maria.Maria.Maria.Maria.Maria.

MariaMariaMaria

Maria

Say it loud and there’s music playing.

Say it soft and it’s almost like praying.

Maria, I’ll never stop saying, Maria.

The most beautiful sound I ever heard.

Maria.

In my eyes, in my words and in everything I do

Nothing else but you…ever.

And there is nothing for me but Maria

Every sight that I see is Maria.

Tony, Tony.

Always you, every thought I’ll ever know.

Everywhere I go you’ll be.

Only you and me.

Tonight, tonight, it all began tonight.

I saw you and the world went away.

Tonight, tonight, there is only you tonight.

What you are, what you do, what you say.

Today, all day I had the feeling.

Not merely what would happen.

I know now I was right.

For here you are and what was just a world is a star.

Tonight.

Tonight. Tonight. The world is full of light.

With suns and moons all over the place.

Tonight, tonight the world is wild and bright.

Going mad, shooting sparks into space.

Today the world was just an address.

A place for me to live in

No better than a light.

But here you are and what was just a world is a star.

Tonight.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

Sleep well and when you dream…dream of me.

Tonight.

My day in the hills has come to an end.

I know a star has come out to tell me it’s time to go.

But deep in the dark green shadows

Are voices that urge me to stay.

So I pause and I wait and I listen.

For one more sound…

For one more lovely thing that the hills might say.

The hills are alive with the sound of music.

With songs they have sung for a thousand years.

The hills fill my heart with the sound of music.

My heart wants to sing every song it hears.

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise

From the lake to the trees.

My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church

On a breeze.

To laugh like a brook when it drips and falls

Over stones in its way.

To sing through the night

Like a lark who is learning to pray.

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely.

I know I will hear what I’ve heard before.

My heart will be blest with the sound of music.

And I’ll sing once more.

Try to remember the kind of September

When life was slow and oh so mellow.

Try to remember the kind of September

When grass was green and grain was yellow.

Try to remember the kind of September

When you were a tender and callow fellow.

Try to remember and if you remember then follow.

Follow…follow…follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

That no one wept except the willow.

Try to remember when life was so tender.

That dreams were kept beside your pillow.

Try to remember when life was so tender

That love was an ember about to billow

Try to remember and if you remember then follow.

Follow…follow….follow.

Deep in December, it’s nice to remember

Although you know the snow will follow

Deep in December, it’s nice to remember

With all the hurt, the heart is hollow.

Deep in December, it’s nice to remember

A fire of September that made us mellow.

Deep in December, our hearts should remember

and follow.

It’s true…it’s true the crown has made it clear.

The climate must be perfect all the year.

A law was made a distant moon ago here.

July and August cannot be too hot.

And there’s legal limit to the snow here

In Camelot

The winter is forbidden til December.

And X’s mark the second on the dot.

By order the sun’ll linger til December

In Camelot.

Camelot…Camelot.

I know it sounds a bit bizarre.

But in Camelot, Camelot

That’s how conditions are.

The rain may never fall til after sundown.

By eight the morning fog must disappear.

In short there’s simply not

A more congenial spot]

For happy ever- aftering

Than here in Camelot.

Camelot…Camelot

I know it gives a person pause.

But in Camelot, Camelot

Those are the legal laws.

The snow may never slush upon the hillsides.

By nine pm the moon light must appear.

In short, there’s simply not

A more congenial spot.

For happily ever-aftering

Than here in Camelot.

It wouldn’t be in summer.

Seeing you in summer I never would go

Your hair streaked with sunlight

Your lips red as flame.

Your face with a luster

That puts gold to shame.

But if I’d ever leave you.

How could it be in autumn.

How I’d leave in autumn, I’d never would know.

I’ve seen how you sparkle

When fall nips the air

I know you in autumn and I must be there.

And could I leave you running merrily through the snow

Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fires glow.

If ever I would leave you.

How could it be in springtime.

Knowing how in spring I’m bewitched by you so

Oh no not in springtime, summer, winter or fall.

No, never could I leave you…at all.

If ever I would leave you.

How could it be in springtime.

Knowing how in spring I’m bewitched by you so

Oh no not in springtime, summer, winter or fall.

No, never could I leave you…at all.

All day long I’d …bitty bitty boom

If I were a wealthy man.

I wouldn’t have to work hard yah ha-de a de a de a do.

If I were a bitty bitty rich yidel didel didel man.

I’d build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen

Right in the middle of the town.

A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.

There couldn’t be one long staircase just going up

And one even longer coming down.

And one more leading nowhere just for show.

I’d fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks

For the town to see and hear.

Sqwuaking just as noisily as they can

And each loud "bubakee, bubacaw, bubakee"

Will land like a trumpet on the ears

As if to say here lives a wealthy man.

If I were a rich man yah ha-de a de a de a do.

All day long I’d bitty bitty boom if I were a wealthy man.

I wouldn’t have to work hard yah ha-de a de a de a do.

If I were a bitty bitty rich yidel didel didel man.

I’d see my wife, my Goldie,

looking like a rich man’s wifewith a proper double chin.

Supervising meals to her heart’s delight.

I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock

Oiy, What a happy moods she’s in

Screaming at the servants day and night.

The most important man in town will come to fawn on me.

They will ask me to advise them

Like a Solomon the wise

If you please, Raptavia, pardon me, Raptavia.

Posing problems that would cross a rabbi’s eyes. La ridea ra ride ra ra.

And it won’t make one bit of difference.

If I answer right or wrong.

When you’re rich they think you really know.

If I were rich I’d have the time that I lack

To sit in a synagogue and pray

And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall.

And I’d discuss the holy books with the learned men seven hours every day.

That would be the sweetest thing of all.

If I were a rich man yah ha-de a de a de a do.

All day long I’d bitty bitty boom if I were a wealthy man.

I wouldn’t have to work hard yah ha-de a de a de a do.

If I were a bitty bitty rich yidel didel didel man.

Lord who made the lion and the lamb

You decreed you should be what I am

Would it spoil some vast eternal plan

If I were a wealthy man?

Maybe we’re lucky but I don’t know

With them just let one kid fall down

And seven mothers faint

I guess we’re both happy, but maybe we ain’t.

People…people who need people

Are the luckiest people in the world.

We’re children…needing other children

And yet letting our grownup pride

Hide all the need inside

Acting more like children than children.

Lovers…are very special people

They’re the luckiest people in the world.

With one person…one very special person

A feeling deep in your soul

Says you were half now you’re whole

No more hunger and thirst

But first be a person who needs people

People who need people …

Are the luckiest people in the world.

Rise and look around you.

And you’ll see who you are.

On a clear day

How it will astound you.

That a glow of your being

Outshines every star.

You’ll feel part of…every mountain, sea and shore.

You can hear …from far and near

A world you’ve never heard before.

And on a clear day.

On that clear day.

You can see forever..and ever more.

You’ll feel part of…every mountain, sea and shore.

You can hear …from far and near

A world you’ve never heard before.

And on a clear day.

On that clear day.

You can see forever ..and ever and ever..and ever more.

To fight the unbeatable foe.

To bear with unbearable sorrow.

To run where the brave dare not go.

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.

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 star.

She coaxed the blues right our of the horn, Mame

Your charmed the husk right off of the corn, Mame

You’ve got the banjo strummin’ and plunking out a tune to beat the band.

The whole plantation’s hummin’ since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland

You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame.

You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame.

Whoever thought a Yankee would put our little dixie belles to shame.

You’ve made us feel alive again.

You’ve given us the drive again

To make the South revive again, Mame.

You’ve brought the cakewalk back into style, Mame.

You make the weeping willow tree smile, Mame.

You’re skin is Dixie satin,,. there’s rebel in your manner and your speech.

You may be from Manhattan but Georgia never had a sweeter peach.

You make the whole magnolia tree bud, Mame.

You make camellias bloom in the mud, Mame.

You make the bougainvillea turn purple at the mention of your name.

We’re bakin’ pecan pies again.

Tonight the chicken pies again.

This time the South will rise again, Mame.

Well, shut my mouth and freeze my face,

You’re brought some elegance to the place

There’s southerly homily catfish and tripe

Well, shut my mouth and damn my eyes.

You’ve made the price of tobacco rise.

The old water melon is suddenly ripe. Mame.

And down on the levy a beautiful bevy of crinoline ladies is flocked.

The way that they’re squeelin’ they give me the feelin’ the Robert E. Lee must’ve docked.

The strummin’ and ringin’, the hummin’ and singin’ is starting to get out of hand

Since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland.

You make our black eyed peas and our grits, Mame.

Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame.

You came, you saw, you conquered and absolutely nothing is the same.

Your special fascinational …proved to be inspirational.

We think you’re just sensational, Mame.

Since you brought Dixiie back to Dixieland.

You coaxed the blues right out of the horn, Mame

Your charmed the husk right off of the corn, Mame

You’ve got the banjo strummin’ and plunking out a tune to beat the band.

The whole plantation’s hummin’ since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland

You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame.

You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame.

Whoever thought a Yankee would put our little dixie belles to shame.

You’ve made us feel alive again.

You’ve given us the drive again

To make the South revive again, Mame..Mame…Mame…Mame..Mame

What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come hear the music place…

Life is a cabaret, oh chum.

Come to the cabaret.

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom.

It’s time for a holiday.

Life is a cabaret, oh chum.

Come to the cabaret.

Come taste the wine.

Come hear the band.

Come blow your horn start celebrating.

Right this way…your table’s waiting.

What good’s admitting some prophet of doom

To wipe every smile away.

Life is a cabaret, oh chum

So come to the cabaret.

I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie

With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea

She wasn’t what you’d call a blushing flower.

As a matter of fact, she rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors came to snicker.

Well that’s what comes from too much pills and liquor.

But when I saw her laid out like a queen

She was happiest corpse I’d ever seen.

I think of Elsie to this day.

I remember how she’d turn to me and say:

"What good is sitting …all alone in your room.

Come, hear the music play.

Life is a …cabaret, ol chum,

Come to the cabaret."

And as for me…huh,,, and as for me

I made my mind up back in Chelsea

When I go…I’m goin’ like Elsie.

Start by admitting from cradle to tomb

It isn’t that long a stay

Life is a cabaret, oh chum.

It’s only a cabaret, oh chum.

And I love a cabaret

And Jupiter aligns with Mars.

Then peace will guide the planets,

And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.

The age of Aquarius… Aquarius, Aquarius.

Harmony and understanding

Sympathy and trust abounding

No more false _____ derisions.

Only living dreams of vigor

Mystic crystal revelation

And the mind’s true liberation.

Aquarius… Aquarius.

When the moon is in the seventh house.

And Jupiter aligns with Mars.

Then peace will guide the planets

And love will steer the stars.

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.

The age of Aquarius… Aquarius…Aquarius.

Aquarius….Aquarius…Aquarius.

Me here at last on the ground, you in midair.

Where are the clowns.

Isn’t it _____? Don’t you approve?

One who keeps tearing around, one who can’t move.

Where are the clowns.

Send in the clowns.

Just when I stopped opening doors

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair.

Sure of my life, no one is there.

Don’t you love farce? My fault I fear.

I thought that you’d want what I want

Sorry my dear.

But where are the clowns

Send in the clowns.

Don’t bother, they’re here.

Isn’t it rich? Isn’t it queer?

Losing my timing this late in my career?

But where are the clowns

There ought to be clowns.

Well, maybe next year.

Come on babe …why don’t we paint the town.

And all that jazz.

I’m gonna squeeze my knees and roll my stockin’s down

And all that jazz.

Start the car…I know a whoopi spot.

Where the gin is cold but the piano’s hot.

It’s just a noisy hall where there’s a nightly brawl.

And all that jazz.

Whoa.. slick your hair and wear your buckled shoes.

And all that jazz.

I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues.

And all that jazz.

Hold on, hon, we’re gonna bunny hug

I bought some aspirin down at United Drug

In case you break apart and want a brand new start

To do that jazz.

Ohhh, you’re gonna see her shimmy shake.

And all that jazz.

Ohhh, she’s gonna shimmy til her garters break.

And all that jazz.

Show her where to find that girdle

Ohhh. Her mother’s gonna curdle

If she hears her baby’s queer for

All that jazz.

__________

One singular sensation.

Every little step she takes.

One… thrilling combination.

Every move that she makes.

One smile and suddenly nobody else will do.

You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.

One moment in her presence and you can forget the rest.

For the girl is second best to none.

Give her your attention

Do I really have to mention

She’s the one.

One…singular sensation.

Every little step she takes

One… thrilling combination.

Every move that she makes.

One smile and suddenly nobody else will do.

You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.

One …moment in her presence and you can forget the rest.

For the girl is second best …to none, son.

Oooh star, give her your attention

Do I ….really have to mention

She’s the one.

One…singular sensation.

Every little step she takes

One… thrilling combination.

Every move that she makes.

One smile and suddenly nobody else will do.

You know you’ll never be lonely with you know who.

One …moment in her presence and you can forget the rest.

For the girl is second best …to none, son.

Oooh …stars, give her your attention

Do ..I ….really have to mention

She’s the one.

One…singular sensation….

Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow…

They’ll be sun.

Just thinkin’ about …tomorrow.

Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow.

Til there’s none.

When I’m stuck with a day that’s grey and lonely.

I just pick up my chin and grin and say…ooohhhh.

The sun’ll come out tomorrow.

So you gotta hang on til tomorrow.

Come what may.

Tomorrow…tomorrow…I love ya tomorrow.

You’re always a day away.

The sun’ll come out tomorrow.

So you gotta hang on til tomorrow.

Come what may.

Tomorrow…tomorrow…I love ya tomorrow.

You’re always a day away.

Tomorrow….tomorrow…I love ya tomorrow.

You’re always a day away.

It won’t be easy, you’ll think it’s strange

When I try to explain how I feel.

But I still need your love after all that I’ve done.

You won’t believe me.

All you will see is a girl you once knew.

Although she’s dressed up to the nines.

At sixes and sevens with you.

I had to let it happen…I had to change.

Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel.

Looking out of the window…staying out of the sun.

So I chose freedom.

Running around trying everything new.

But nothing impressed me at all.

I never expected it to.

Don’t cry for me Argentina.

The truth is.. I never left you.

All through my wild days.

My mad existence.

I kept my promise, don’t keep your distance.

And as for fortune and as for fame.

I never invited them in.

Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired.

They are illusions.

They are not the solutions they promised to be

The answer was here all the time.

I love you and hope you love me.

Don’t cry for me Argentina.

(Hmmmmmm)

Don’t cry for me Argentina.

The truth is.. I never left you.

All through my wild days.

My mad existence.

I kept my promise, don’t keep your distance.

Have I said too much?

There is nothing more I can think of to say to you.

But all you have to do …is look at me to know

That every word is true.

And I am telling you…I’m not going away.

You’re the best man I’ll ever know.

There is no way I can ever go.

No.. no.. no… no way.

No.. no.. no… no way.

I’m living without you.

I’m not living without you.

I don’t want to be free.

I’m stayin….I’m stayin.

And you ….and you…

You’re gonna love me.

You’re gonna love me.

And I am telling you…I’m not goin’.

Even though the rough times are showin’.

There’s just no way…there’s no way.

We’re part of the same place.

We’re part of the same time.

We both share the same blood.

We both have the same mind.

And time and time we’ve had so much to share.

No…no…no …I’m not wakin’ up tomorrow morning

And finding that there’s nobody there.

Darling, there’s no way

No…no no… no way.

I’m livin’ without you.

I’m not livin’ without you.

You see, there’s just no way…there’s no way.

Send down the mountain, the shoutin’

You can say what you want, I’m not walking out.

Some the rivers, push got kill

I’m not gonna leave you…there’s no way I will.

And I am trailin’ you,…l’m not going.

You’re the best man I’ll ever know.

There is no way I can ever…ever go.

No…no…no…no way.

No…no…no…no way.

I’m living without you.

I’m not living without ya’.

Not living without ya’.

I don’t want to be free.

I’m staying…I’m stayin’.

And you…and you…and you’re gonna love me

You’re gonna love me

You love me

Love me

Love me

Love me

Love me.

You’re gonna l-o-v-e meeeeee.

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone.

In the lamplight

The withered leaves collect at my feet.

And the wind ….begins to moan.

Memory…all alone in the moonlight.

I can smile at the old days.

I was beautiful then.

I remember …the time I knew what happiness was.

Let the memory …live again.

Every street lamp, seems to beat.

A fatalistic wanting.

Someone mutters, a street lamp sputters.

And soon.. it will be morning.

Daylight… I must wait for the sun light.

I must think of a new life.

And I mustn’t give in.

When the dawn comes…tonight will be a memory too.

And a new day …will begin.

Burnt out ends.

Of smoky days.

The stale cold smell of morning.

A street lamp dies.

Another night is over.

Another day is dawning.

Touch me…it’s so easy to leave me.

All alone with the memory.

Of my days in the sun.

If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is.

Look…a new day has begun.

The best of times is now.

What’s left of summer but a faded rose.

The best of times is now.

As for tomorrow, well, who knows?

Who knows? who knows?

So hold this moment fast.

And live and love as hard as you know how.

And make this moment last.

Because the best of times is now

Is now.. is now…is now.

Now…not some forgotten yesterday.

Now tomorrow is too far away.

So hold this moment fast.

And live and love as hard as you know how.

And make this moment last.

Because the best of times is now.

Is now…is now…is now.

The best of times is now.

What’s left of summer but a faded rose.

The best of times is now.

As for tomorrow, well, who knows?

Who knows? who knows?

So hold this moment fast.

And live and love as hard as you know how.

And make this moment last

Because the best of times is now

Is now.. is now…is now.

Now…not some forgotten yesterday.

Now …tomorrow is too far away.

So hold this moment fast.

And live and love as hard as you know how.

And make this moment last.

Because the best of times is now.

Is now…is now.

The best of times is now.

What’s left of summer but a faded rose.

The best of times is now.

As for tomorrow, well, who knows.

Who knows…who knows.

So hold this moment fast.

And live and love as hard as you know how.

And make this moment last.

Because the best of times is now.

Is now…is now…is now.

Now…not some forgotten yesterday.

Now…tomorrow is too far away.

(Repeat.)

I had a dream of days gone by.

When hopes were high.

And life worth living.

I dreamed that love …would never die.

And then I dreamed that God …would be forgiving.

Then I was young …and I was unafraid.

And dreams were made… and used and tasted.

There was no ransom to be paid.

No song unsung, nothing was wasted.

Then the tigers come at night.

With their voices soft as thunder.

As they tear your dreams apart.

As they turn your dreams to shame.

Shame….shame…shame.

He walked a summer…he walked a summer by my side.

He filled my days with endless wonder.

He took my childhood in his stride.

Oh, but he was gone when autumn came.

Oh yes he was.

And still I dream… I stand right here and dream he’ll come to me.

And then we will…then we will.. then we will live this life together.

But there are dreams that cannot ..that cannot…that cannot be.

And ohhh…there are storms that we cannot weather.

I had a dream…had a dream.

Listen…well, I had a dream

That life would be so different…so different.

What in hell is going on today

So different from what it seems to be.

Life will not kill the dreams that I dream.

Uhh uhh..no..no.

So different from what it seems to be.

Life …..must not kill the dreams…. that we dream.

Oooh…oooh no.

Darkness stirs ….and wakes imagination.

Silently the senses …abandon their defenses.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor.

Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.

Turn your face away from the garish light of day.

Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light.

And listen to the music of the night.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.

Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.

Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar.

And you’ll live as you’ve never lived before.

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.

Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.

Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind.

In this darkness which you know you cannot find.

The darkness of the music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world.

Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.

Let your soul take you where you long to be.

Only then can you belong to me.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.

Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.

Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in.

To the power of the music that I write.

The power of the music of the night.

You alone can make my song take flight.

Help me make the music of the …..night.

I know my way around here.

The cardboard dreams…the painted scenes.

The sound here.

Yes, a world to rediscover.

But I’m not in any hurry.

And I need a mo-ment.

The whispered conversations.

In all the crowded hallways.

The at-mosphere is thrilling here as always.

Feel the early morning madness.

Feel the magic in the making.

Why, everything’s as if we never said goodbye.

I’ve spent so many mornings.

Just trying to resist you.

And trembling now…you can’t know how

I’ve missed you.

Missed the fairy tale adventures.

In this hell of spinning playground.

We were young together.

I’m coming out of makeup.

The lights already burning.

Not long until the cameras will start turning.

And the early morning madness.

And the magic in the making.

Yes, everything’s as if we never said goodbye.

I don’t want to be alone…that’s all in the past.

This world’s waited long enough.

I’ve come home at last.

This time will be bigger…and bright and we knew it.

So watch me fly beyond our eyes and do it.

Could I stop my hand from shaking?

Has there ever been a moment?

With so much to… live for?

No whispered conversations in all the crowded hallways.

So much to say, not just today… but always.

We’ll have all the morning madness.

We’ll have magic in the making.

Yes, everything’s as if we never said goodbye.

Yes, everything’s as if we never said ….goodbye.

We taught the world …new ways to dream.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.

Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.

How do you measure …measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.

In inches…in miles and laughter in strife.

In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.

How do you measure …a year in the life?

How about….love.

How about….love.

How about….love.

Measure in love.

Seasons of love….love

Seasons of love….love.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.

Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.

How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

In truths must she learn …or in times that he cried.

In the bridges he burned …or the way that she died.

It’s time now…to sing out.

So the story never ends.

Let’s celebrate, remember a year

In the life of ….friends

Sing about love.

Sing about love.

Sing about love.

Measure in love.

Measure your life in love.

Seasons of love…love.

Goin out on the town

Doing anythin’ just to get you out of my mind.

But when the morning comes

I’m right back where I started again

Tryin’ to forget you was just a waste of time.

All day long.. . we’re in a mask of false bravado

Tryin’ to keep up a smile that hides a tear.

But as the sun goes down

I get that empty feelin’ again

How I wish to God that you were here!

Now that I put it all together.

Give me the chance to make you see.

Have you used up all the love in your heart?

Nothin’ left for me.

Is there nothin’ left for me?

Jessie is a friend.

Yeah I know he’s been a good friend of mine.

But lately somethin’s changed it ain’t hard to define

Jessie’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine.

I’ll play along with the charade.

There doesn’t seem to be a reason to change.

You know I feel so dirty when they start talkin’ cute

I want to tell her that I love her but the point is probably mute

And I’m lookin’ in the mirror all the time

Wonderin’ what she don’t see in me.

I’ve been funny, I’ve been cool with the lines.

Ain’t that the way love’s supposed to be?

Tell me. Why can’t I find a woman like that?

Stay with, lay with me, holding me, loving me, baby.

So show me, show me everything you do.

‘Cause baby no one does it quite like you.

I don’t care about anything else.