I can see it

There’s a song I must sing,

It’s a well known song,

But the tune is bitter

And it doesn’t take long to learn,

I can learn!

Pretty little world that beams so bright

That pretty little world that seems delightful cambered

Let me learn...

Let me learn...

For I can see it,

Shining somewhere

Bright lights somewhere invite me to compare and learn

And I’m ready,

I can hear it silent singing

Inside my ear,

I hear them all singing come love!

Who knows maybe all the visions that I see

May be waiting just for me to say

Take me there and make me feel it,

Make me see it

I know it so,

I know that it really may be...

Let me learn!

Love is like a new born child

Love's beginning

Hearts enchanted

Full of bright new dreams

But we can't take

Love for granted

For to me it seems

A new love is like a new born child

Tender and sweet

And a-need of care

Precious indeed

Is the love we share

Like a new born child

Like a tiny baby

Till it grows up strong

You lullaby a new love

With a happy song

Because a new love is like a new born child

Cherished adored

To hold it close

Give it your love

And just let it grow

And grow to be something sure

Something grand

Something heaven must have planned

Like a tiny new born child

Like a lovely

New born child...

Folk monologue / Value

Can I get my glass of tea? Mmm, nothing like it!

At this time I would like very much to do a Folksong. Since Folksongs, I think are still popular today.

Uhm, this one is in Latvian and it's from Latvia. And it's about this Tahitian girl who uhm, had this lover. And then one day this lover decides that he doesn't like her anymore and likes her sister better.

So she decided that the only thing to do naturally was to kill herself, see. So one day, oh, was very nice out about 75 degrees, and she was taking this walk down to the river to drown. When she, she tripped over this rock see.

And uhm, oh it was awful I mean, she broke her glasses, she scrapped her knees. And uhm, just at this minute the lover and the sister happen to come by in a taxicab. So, see they saw her on the floor and she, having an astigmatism in her left eye, she thought that it was a wild bore.

So, she figured 'Oh boy I'd better get down to the river fast to drown' So she runs down there and ... what do you know the river was frozen.

So, I mean, she just stood there you know and she went tchhh, like that. Tch, and uhm, because, I mean, she couldn't do it that day. See, it was a small town they only had one river, so.

Anyway than she figured 'Oh it's getting late, better get home' 'Cause her mamma would be worried and would kill her if she was late for supper, you know.

So, I mean, she gets up and she starts walking around home and she bumps in to this guy, and... what do you know, he turns out to be an optometrist. And just happens to happen to have her "suscription".

So, anyway, uh? Oh, I'm sorry "suBscription".

So anyway, I mean, she's I don't want you to think that this is one of those Hollywood-like stories: She gets the glasses and sees happily ever after. I mean, this is, you know, no like that. I mean she had to pay for the glasses just like you and me, she ... well, oh well, I mean, I don't want you to think that I'm lying but she did get about a dollar fifty off, dollar sixty-five?

So anyway, uhm... this guy (Oh) turned out to be very nice and he even told her where she could find another river.

So, I'll tell you the truth, this girl was a real creep. I mean, you know who would wanna sing a song about her? I mean, her sister was really much nicer. And uhm, I mean, I, I think she came from a better family.

[Singing]

Call me a boob

Call me a schlemiel

Call me a brain with a missing wheel

Call me what you will

But nonetheless I'm still In love with Harold Mingert

It's not because he has a car

Arnie Fleisher has a car

And a car is just a car

But if Harold didn't have a car too his name

I guess I'd love him just the same

Call me what you will

But nonetheless I'm still In love with Harold Mingert

And it's not because he has a wealthy family

Arnie Fleischer has a wealthy family

But money isn't everything

And if Harold didn't have a car too his name

I know I'd love him just the same

But sometimes I ask myself why than

Do I than love Harold Mingert

Harold isn't handsome or clever or smart

And I don't find romance and a dance in his heart

The only answers I can think about

Harold Mingert’s money and Harold Mingert’s car

Call me what you will

But non the less I'm still In love with Harold Mingert

Also Arnie Fleisher!

 

Written by J. Harris

Cry me a river

Now you say

You're lonely

You cried the lone night through

Well, you can cry me a river

Cry me a river

I cried a river over you

Now you say you're sorry

For being so untrue

Well, you can cry me a river

Cry me a river

I cried over you

You drove me,

Nearly drove me out of my head

While you never shed a tear

Remember?

I remember all that you said

Told me love was too plebeian

Told me you were through with me

Now you say you love me

Well, just to prove that you do

Cry me a river

Cry me a river

I cried a river over you

You drove me

Nearly drove me out of my head

While you never shed a tear

Remember?

I remember all that you said

Told me love was too plebeian

Told me you were through with me...

And now you say you love me

Well, just to prove that you do...

Come on!

Come on!

Cry me a river...

Cry me a river...

I cried a river over you

I cried a river over you...

 

Written by A. Hamilton

People

At this time I should like very much to thank my wonderful conductor. And what he does is this...It's sort of... It reminds me of an old Mae West picture...uh... I don't know how I made this association, but...you see, he makes this orchestra sound as if there were 70 pieces. And it reminds me the scene where Mae was teaching in a classroom and she said:

[imitating Mae West's voice] "One an' one is two...two an' two is four... four an' four makes ten, if you have worked right!" And I would also like to say that I'm thrilled and delighted...I can't believe there's 128,000 people out there... can you imagine? "FEENTASTIC!" Ah! Ah! Thank you... But I would like to thank you, you lovely bunch of...

[singing]

People,

People who need people,

Are the luckiest people in the world.

We're children,

Needing other children,

And yet letting a grown-up 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 are 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...

With one person,

One very special person

No more hunger and thirst,

First be a person who needs people,

People who need people...

Are the luckiest people in the world...

 

Written by J. Styne & B. Merril

He touched me

He touched me,

He put his hand near mine

And then he touched me

I felt a sudden tingle

When he touched me

A sparkle, a glow

He knew it...

It wasn’t accidental, no,

He knew it

He smiled and seem to tell me so all through it

He knew it,

I know...

He’s real, and the world is alive and shining

I feel such a wonderful drive

T'wards valentining

He touched me,

I simply have to face the fact

He touched me...

Control myself and try to act

As if I remember my name

But he touched me...

He touched me...

And suddenly nothing is the same!

‘Cause he touched me...

He touched me...

And suddenly...

Nothing, nothing, nothing is the same!

 

Written by I. Levin & M. Shafer

Marty the Martian / The sound of music / Mississippi mud / Santa Claus is comin' to town

Ah, OK?!

The hills are alive

And it's pretty frightening

 

The sun goes down

The moon comes out

The people gather 'round

And we all begin to shout

Ech... Mud!

 

You better not cry

You better not shout

You better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is dead

 

I was sitting on a hill

And I was looking at the sky

And that’s when a strange looking object caught my eye

I tried to run away

But I couldn't even stand

And the great big flying saucer

Came in to land

Then the cabin opened up

And a handsome man got out

And he was so good looking that I

Wanted to shout

He was smiling right at me

I was falling for his charms

And only one thing bothered me

He had eleven arms

Then he started in to talk

The stranger from the stars

He said 'My name is Marty

And I come from Mars'

So I listened while he told

The story of his life

He said he'd come here

Straight from Mars to find a wife

I said 'Marty tell me this'

I said 'Marty tell me true

How come you got eleven arms

When I got only two'

But the Martian gave a wink

And he told me with a shrug

We need them all to

Hug and hug

It sounded good to me

So I said I’d be his wife

And fly around with him for the rest of my life

We walked back up the hill

We both were feeling grand yes,

We both back to his flying saucer

Hand in hand

In hand, in hand

In hand, in hand

In hand, in hand

In hand, in hand

In hand, in hand

In haaaaaaaaaand!

 

Marty The Martian: written by J. Harris

The Sound Of Music: written by R. Rodgers & O.Hammerstein II

Mississippi Mud: written by J. Cavanaugh & H. Barris

Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town: written by J. F. Coots & H. Gillespie

Natural sounds

My heart would make

Natural sounds

With you my love

The happy sound

Of water on stone

The quiet sound

Of waves on sand

When you hold my hand

My heart makes

Natural sounds

With you...

My head makes

Natural noises too... my love

The worrying sound of bees in the comb

the rushing sound of wind in the trees

When we kiss

And more than this I know

My heart would make

Natural sounds

If ever you should go

The hollow sound of stones dropped in a well

The lonely sound

Of rain in the night

Natural sounds

My heart makes

Natural sounds

With you...

 

Written by L. O’Kun

Second hand rose

Father has a business

Strictly second hand

Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand

Stuff in our apartment

Came from father’s store

Even things I’m wearing

Someone wore before

It’s no wonder that I feel abused

I never get a thing that ain’t been used

I’m wearing second hand hats

Second hand clothes

That’s why they call me

Second hand Rose

Even our piano in the parlor

Father bought for ten cents on the dollar

Second hand pearls

I’m sick of second hand curls

I never get a single think that’s new

Even Jake, the plumber,

He’s a man I adore

Had the nerve to tell me

He’s been married before!

Everyone knows that I’m just

Second hand Rose

From second Avenue!

From Second Avenue!

Nu!

One more time!

Everyone knows that I’m just

(Second hand Rose

From second Avenue!)

From what?

Let’s see if you know the fills!

Once while strooling

Through the Ritz a girl got my goat...

(She nudged her friend

And said oh look there goes

My old fur coat)

You don’t need me!

Everyone knows that I’m just

Second hand Rose

From Second Avenue!

(Ya can’t beat the egg-creams!)

Good!

Second Avenue!

(There is more between me

And Fifth Avenue, I tell ya)

Right!

Second Avenue!

 

Written by G. Clarke & J. F. Hanley

Sleep in Heavenly peace (Silent night)

We're all very lucky. I think that, the night was so lovely this last night is so human, but tonight is very sort of and in a strange way peaceful...

Silent night, holy night!

All is calm, all is bright.

Round yon Virgin,

Mother and Child

Holy infant so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night!

All is calm, all is bright.

Round yon Virgin,

Mother and Child

Holy infant so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace!

Happy days are here again

At this time I should like very much to admire you all for shlubbing out here tonight

So long sad times

Go long bad times

We are rid of you at last

Howdy gay times

Cloudy gray times

You are now a thing of the past

Happy days are here again

The skies above are clear again

So let's sing a song

Of cheer again

Happy days are here again

Altogether shout it now

There's no one

Who can doubt it now

So let's tell the world

About it now

Happy days are here again

Your cares and troubles are gone

There'll be no more from now on

From now on...

Happy days are here again

The skies above are here again

So let's sing a song

Of cheer again

Happy times

Happy nights

Happy days are here again!

 

Written by J. Yellen & M. Ager

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