| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
| 2. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Don't throw bouquets at me, don't please my folks too much,
Don't laugh at my jokes too much, people will say we're in love. Don't sigh and gaze at me, your sighs are so like mine, Your eyes mustn't glow like mine, people will say we're in love. Don't start collecting things, give me my rose and my glove, Sweetheart, they're suspecting things, people will say we're in love. Don't praise my charm to much, don't look so vain with me, Don't stand in the rain with me, people will say we're in love. Don't take my arm too much, don't keep your hand in mine, Your hand feels so grand in mine, people will say we're in love. Don't dance all night with me, till the stars fade out of sight, They'll see it's alright with me, people will say we're in love. |
||||||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
When I take you out tonight with me
honey, here's the way it's gonna be, You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest gig you'll ever see. Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry when I take you out in the surrey, When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top. Watch that fringe and see how it flutters when I drive them high steppin' strutters, Nosy folks will peep through the shutters and their eyes will pop. Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather. With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather. Two bright side lights winking and blinkin, ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinking, You can keep your rig if you're thinking that I care to swap For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top. (Would you say the fringe was made of silk?) Wouldn't have no other kind but silk. (Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?) One's like snow, the others more like milk (so you can tell `em apart) All the world would fly in a flurry when I take you out in the surrey, When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top. When we hit that road hell for leather cats and dogs all dance in the heather. Birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will hop. The wind will whistle as we rattle along, the cows will moo in the clover The river will ripple out a whispered song, and whisper it over and over. Don't you wish you'd go on forever, don't wish you'd go on forever, Don't you wish you'd go on forever and would never stop In that shiny little surrey with fringe on the top? |
||||||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
<SPOKEN> "Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. We'd, we'd like to dispense with the-uh, it so
happens that we just happen to have a couple of arrangements along with us. And, uh, <Female fans squeal> Remember, your elders are sitting all around you. <Fans laugh> We would like to, uh, do, as one of our encores, a very lovely song. This, if we may digress for a minute, is not from a motion picture-it is from a show called "Carousel", it's a very lovely tune called "If I Loved You." <One female squeals> 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 Longin' to tell you but, afraid and shy, I'd let my golden chances pass me by Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day Never, never to know How I love you, if I loved you <brief instrumental> Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day Never, never to know How I love you, if I loved you |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
|
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 the golden sky, and the sweet silver song of the 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. |
||||||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I wonder what he'll think of me I guess he'll call me the "old man" I guess he'll think I can lick Ev'ry other feller's father Well, I can! I bet that he'll turn out to be The spittin' image of his dad But he'll have more common sense Than his puddin-headed father ever had I'll teach him to wrassle And dive through a wave When we go in the mornin's for our swim His mother can teach him The way to behave But she won't make a sissy out o' him Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill! Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I will. My boy, Bill! He'll be tall And tough as a tree, will Bill! Like a tree he'll grow With his head held high And his feet planted firm on the ground And you won't see nobody dare to try To boss or toss him around! No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll toss him around I don't give a damn what he does As long as he does what he likes! He can sit on his tail Or work on a rail With a hammer, hammering spikes! He can ferry a boat on a river Or peddle a pack on his back Or work up and down The streets of a town With a whip and a horse and a hack He can haul a scow along a canal Run a cow around a corral Or maybe bark for a carousel Of course it takes talent to do that well He might be a champ of theheavyweights Or a feller that sells you glue Or President of the United States That'd be all right, too His mother would like that But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be Not Bill! My boy, Bill! He'll be tall And as tough as a tree, will Bill Like a tree he'll grow With his head held high And his feet planted firm on the ground And you won't see nobody dare to try To boss or toss him around! No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bastard'll boss him around And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss' daughter A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water Who'll give him a peck And call it a kiss And look in his eyes through a lorgnet Say, why am I talkin' on like this? My kid ain't even been born, yet! I can see him when he's seventeen or so And startin' to go with a girl I can give him lots of pointers, very sound On the way to get 'round any girl I can tell him ... Wait a minute! Could it be? What the hell! What if he is a girl? What would I do with her? What could I do for her? A bum with no money! You can have fun with a son But you got to be a father to a girl She mighn't be so bad at that A kid with ribbons in her hair! A kind o' neat and petite Little tin-type of her mother! What a pair! I can just hear myself bragging about her! My little girl Pink and white As peaches and cream is she My little girl Is half again as bright As girls are meant to be! Dozens of boys pursue her Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her >From her faithful dad She has a few Pink and white young fellers of two and three But my little girl Gets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me! My little girl, my little girl! I got to get ready before she comes! I got to make certain that she Won't be dragged up in slums With a lot o' bums like me She's got to be sheltered And be dressed in the best money can buy! I never knew how to get money But, I'll try, by God! I'll try! I'll go out and make it or steal it Or take it or die |
||||||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing O why should I have spring fever When it isn't even spring I keep wishing I were someone else Walking down a strange new street And hearing words that I've never head From a girl I've yet to meet I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams Spinning spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as Well be Spring |
||||||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
|
The light-hearted gay kind of charm you display, that's for me.
The wonderful sly little trick with your eye, that's for me. What a feather in my hat if I could gratify your wish; Do you like the movies, or what is your favorite dish? The tilt of your chin, when you chuckle or grin, that's for me. You might as well know that wherever you go, there I'll be Just to make sure you keep your heart alone and fancy free. No one else can have it; that's for me |
||||||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
|
A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side, at the end of a weary day.
To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say. A fellow needs a girl to hold in hid arms when the rest of the world goes wrong, To hold in his arms and know that she believes that her fellow is wise and strong. When things go right, and his job's well done, He wants to share the prize he's won. If no one shares and no one cares, Where is the fun of a job well done? Or a prize you've won? A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home, but to make this dream come true, A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl, my kind of girl is you. |
||||||
| 11. |
| - |
|
|||
|
We have nothing to remember so far, so far,
So far we haven't walked by night and shared the light of a star. So far your heart has never fluttered so near, so near That my own heart alone could hear it. We haven't gone beyond the very beginning, We've just begun to know how lucky we are. So we have nothing to remember so far, so far. But now I'm face to face with you and now at last we've met, And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget. We haven't gone beyond the very beginning, We've just begun to know how lucky we are So we have nothing to remember so far, so far. But now I'm face to face with you, and now at last we've met, And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget. No keepsakes have we for days that are gone, No fond recollections to look back upon, No song that we love, no scene to recall, we have no traditions at all. |
||||||
| 12. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I touch your hand,
And my arms grow strong, Like a pair of birds That burst with song. My eyes look down At your lovely face, And I hold the world In my embrace. Younger than springtime are you, Softer than starlight are you; Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me. Gayer than laughter are you, Sweeter than music are you; Angel and lover, heaven and earth, Are you to me. And when your youth and joy invade my arms And fill my heart, as now they do, Then younger than springtime am I, Gayer than laughter am I, Angel and lover, heaven and earth, Am I with you. |
||||||
| 13. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger across a crowded room, And somehow you know, you know even then, That somehow you'll see here again and again. Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing, You may hear her laughing across a crowded room, And night after night, as strange as it seems, The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams. Who can explain it, who can tell you why? Fools give you reasons, wise men never try. Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love, When you hear her call you across a crowded room, Then fly to her side and make her your own, Or all through your life you may dream all alone. Once you have found her, never let her go, Once you have found her, never let her go. |
||||||
| 14. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Most people live on a lonely island,
Lost in the middle of a foggy sea. Most people long for another island, One where they know they would like to be. Bali Ha'i May call you, Any night, Any day. In your heart You'll hear it call you: "Come away, Come away." Bali Ha'i Will whisper On the wind Of the sea: "Here am I, Your special island! Come to me, Come to me." Your own special hopes, Your own special dreams, Bloom on the hillside And shine in the streams. If you try, You'll find me Where the sky Meets the sea; "Here am I, Your special island! Come to me, Come to me!" Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i. "Someday you'll see me, Floating in the sunshine, My head sticking out From a low-flying cloud; You'll hear me call you, Singing through the sunshine, Sweet and clear as can be, Come to me, Here am I, Come to me!" Bali Ha'i, Will whisper On the wind Of the sea: "Here am I, Your special island! Come to me, Come to me." "Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i." |
||||||
| 15. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Writer(s): Rodgers/Hammerstein
Hello young lovers who ever you are I hope your troubles are few All my good wishes go with you tonight I've been in love like you Be brave young lovers and follow your star Be brave and faithful and true Cling very close to each other tonight I've been in love like you I know how it feels to have wings on your heels And fly down the street in a trance You fly down a street on a chance that you'll meet And you meet not really by chance Don't cry young lovers what ever you do Don't cry because I'm alone All of my memories are happy tonight I've had a love of my own I've had a love of my own like yours I've had a love of my own |
||||||
| 16. |
| - |
|
|||
|
He: We kiss in the shadow, we hide from the moon,
Our meetings are few and over too soon. She: We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard, When people are near, we speak not a word. He: Alone in our secret, together we cry For one smiling day to be free. To kiss in the sunlight, and say to the sky, Behold and believe what you see, Behold how my lover loves me. (musical interlude) She: We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard, When people are near, we speak not a word. He: Alone in our secret, together we cry For one smiling day to be free. Both: To kiss in the sunlight, and say to the sky, Behold and believe what you see, Behold how my lover loves me. |
||||||
| 17. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I'm afraid. While shivering in my shoes, I try to tell each toe To whistle a happy tune and no one ever knows I'm afraid. The result of this deception is very strange to tell, For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well. I whistle a happy tune, and every single time, The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid. Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far, You may as brave as you make believe you are (whistle) You may as brave as you make believe you are. The result of this deception is very strange to tell, For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well. I whistle a happy tune, and every single time, The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid. Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far, You may as brave as you make believe you are (whistle) You may as brave as you make believe you are. |
||||||
|
