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 somewhere you’ll see her 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 feel 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.

I want to live in this dream that dreads me;
This day again, sweet flame,
I keep you in my soul like a treasure!
This intoxication of youth
Do not last, alas! that one day!
Then comes the time where we cry,
The heart gives way to love,
And happiness flees without return.
Away from the gloomy winter
Let me sleep and breathe the rose
Before stripping it.
Sweet flame, stay in my soul
Like a sweet treasure, long time again!

How shall I hold my soul that it may not be touching yours?
How shall I lift it above you to where other things are waiting?
Ah, gladly would I lodge it all forgot with some lost thing
The dark is isolating on some remote and silent spot
That when your depths vibrate it is not itself vibrating
You and me and all that lights upon us
Though brings us together like a fiddle bow
Drawing one voice from two strings
It glides along across what instrument we have been spanned
What violinist holds us in his hand
O sweetest song.

When I am dying, lean over me tenderly, softly…
Stoop, as the yellow roses droop
In the wind from the south;
So I may when I wake – if there be an awakening –
Keep what lulled me to sleep –
The touch of your lips on my mouth.

'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so —
This side the Victory!

Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
And if indeed I fail,
At least, to know the worst, is sweet!
Defeat means nothing but Defeat,
No drearier, can befall!

And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be!
At first, repeat it slow!
For Heaven is a different thing,
Conjectured, and waked sudden in —
And might extinguish me!

When you go into the hole, and you hear the door just…slam
It’s like a dungeon.
Kail is already bad, but the hole is worse.
This room knows by body, every inch of my body
Like a shirt I might wear like armor.
It protests me, deflects the arrows of reality,
Infects my skin.
This room knows my mind.
Every though inside of my mind,
Every prayer that I send up high
It reads me, helps lead me,
Feeds my fear.
This room knows me deeper than anybody knows me.
…like one I love.
It contains me. Explains me,
Drains me down that tiny crack in the floor.
Down to the sewer, an ocean of waste,
Drowning in the shit of an unjust fate.

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!

Make way for the handyman of the city.
Early in the workshop I arrive at dawn.
Ah, what a life, what a pleasure
For a barber of quality!
Ah, bravo Figaro!
I am the luckiest, it's the truth!
Ready for anything, night and day
I'm always on the move.
A cushier fate for a barber,
A more noble life cannot be found.
Razors and combs, lancets and scissors,
at my command everything is here.
Here are the extra tools then, for business
With the ladies... with the gentlemen...
Everyone asks me, everyone wants me,
women, children, old people, young ones:
Here are the wigs... A quick shave of the beard...
Here are the leeches for bleeding...
Here are the wigs, a quick shave soon,
The note, hey!
Alas, what frenzy!
Alas, what a crowd!
One at a time, please!
Figaro! I'm here.
Figaro here, Figaro there,
Figaro up, Figaro down,
Swifter and swifter I'm like a spark:
I'm the handyman of the city.
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, very good;
Fortunately for you I will not fail.

When walking alone on the streets,
People stop and stare
And examine my beauty
From head to toe
And then I savor the cravings
which from their eyes transpires
And from the obvious charms they perceive
The hidden beauties.
So the scent of desire is all around me,
It makes me happy!
And you who know, who remembers and yearns,
You shrink from me?
I know why this is:
You do not want to tell me of your anguish,
But you feel like dying!

When walking alone on the streets,
People stop and stare
And examine my beauty
From head to toe
And then I savor the cravings
which from their eyes transpires
And from the obvious charms they perceive
The hidden beauties.
So the scent of desire is all around me,
It makes me happy!
And you who know, who remembers and yearns,
You shrink from me?
I know why this is:
You do not want to tell me of your anguish,
But you feel like dying!

My craving, my raving, my dream of old days
My joy, I had won it and lost in the dance.
I danced by the Rhine, the moon did shine,
The blue eye, she threw me an intimate glance
And this pleading word she did say:
O stay, never journey away,
Let the joy of our homeland still blossom and blaze.
My craving, my raving, my dream of old days.
Faraway Magic lit up my soul till I burned,
Dance-away magic beckoned, till clown I turned.
Follow the fay who endears,
Learn how to kiss through tears.
Noise and need, raving, joy,
Such is the skill of the clown.
My craving, my raving, my dream of old days …

Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By traveler is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon,--
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.

Days can be sunny with never a sigh
Don't need what money can buy
Birds in the trees sing their dayful of song
Why shouldn't we sing along?
I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot
How do I get that way? Look at what I've got!
I got rhythm, I got music
I got my man, who could ask for anything more?
I got daisies in green pastures
I got my man, who could ask for anything more?
Old Man Trouble, I don't mind him
you won't find him 'round my door
I got starlight, I got sweet dreams
I got my man, who could ask for anything more?