LEITMOTIF (Medley)


BEING YOUR BABY
Every single night
When I turned out the light
I always dreamed of being your baby

TAKE MY HEART TO THE JUNKYARD (Only in Dreams)
Take my heart to the junkyard It ain't no use to me

THINKING LOVE IS REAL
Fine, fine wine glasses clinking
Fine does the journey of love make you feel
Before you depart
You'll mortgage your heart
Thinking love is real
Thinking love is real
Thinking love is real

SPRING AND FALL
As your poor heart grows older It comes to such sights colder
By and by nor spare a sigh
Such sights colder
Worlds of leafmeal lie
And yet you'll weep and know why

THERE'S A PLACE
There's a place I would like to be
A place just right for me
Where you hear the stir of leaves
Up in the mesquite trees
And in the diamond sky
The coyote's cry
Is riding on the breeze

THE GRASS ON THE HILL GROWS GREEN (MAGDALENE)
When you're gone forevermore
The sun shines as before
And the grass on the hill grows green

WINE ON THE DESERT
Gone is all the love that we once knew
Gone are all the days we used to know
If you lay your love to rest,
I'll bury mine
As I sit and sip my cherry wine

LORELEI!
I'm giving up these lonely days forever
Though people say I'm gonna wind up blue
Everybody tells me I'm just another guy
And I will never make you love me
It's just my turn to cry
But there's a part of this town I know you've never seen
And there's a part of your heart you don't even know is there
Let me show you where
Oh, Lorelei, I know I, I, I
Could make you love me if you'd only let me try

DREAMS AT NIGHT
I used to be able to hear a kind of music
When there was nobody there
I'd simply listen to the air
And I'd hear my own music hall
Though I knew there was nothing there at all
But I can't hear it anymore
The years have passed away
And the only time I hear it
Is in dreams, in dreams, in dreams, at night

SUNDAY
Sunday, you've got it in spades over every other day
'Cause you were meant to laze away
And every Sunday rain or shine
I always spend my time
Kicking back in Mulligan's craft beer brewery and saloon
Listening to my honey croon
Forgetting all my troubles
They can't touch me
Whiling away the afternoon

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Instrumental/No lyrics