Pinwheel of Death

Karen Ziemba


SONGS

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 1997

Lyrics FIRST YOU DREAM,
DREAM
ABOUT INCREDIBLE THINGS.
THEN YOU LOOK
AND SUDDENLY
YOU HAVE WINGS.
YOU CAN FLY.
YOU CAN FLY.
BUT FIRST YOU DREAM.
FIRST YOU DREAM,
DREAM
ABOUT REMARKABLE TIMES.
CLOSE YOUR EYES
AND SEE
HOW YOUR SPIRIT CLIMBS.
YOU CAN FLY.
YOU CAN SOAR.
FEEL THE WIND,
HEAR IT ROAR.
IT'S EASY NOW,
IMAGINE THAT.
BUT FIRST YOU DREAM.

HERE WE ARE,
HIGH ABOVE THE ROOFTOPS.
THERE'S A BARN,
THERE'S A FIELD
OF CORN.
AND THAT LITTLE WHITE HOUSE
WHERE ANOTHER YOU WAS BORN.
ISN'T IT FINE?
ISN'T IT FAIR
BEING UP HERE,
LOOKING DOWN THERE?

TAKE MY HAND,
I PROMISE
THAT I WON'T LET YOU FALL.
DON'T LOOK BACK,
THE LOOKING BACK
COULD END IT ALL.
OFF WE GO
TO THE SKY.
STRAIGHT AHEAD,
YOU AND I.
TOGETHER NOW,
TOGETHER NOW,
BUT FIRST THINGS FIRST.
FIRST YOU DREAM.
FIRST YOU DREAM.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 2007

Lyrics female vocal:
THINKING OF HIM.
THINKING OF HIM.
SOMETIMES IT SEEMS
I SPEND EV'RY MOMENT
OF MY WAKING DAY
THINKING OF HIM.
MAKING HIM LAUGH,
SOMETIMES.
MAKING HIM STRONG,
SOMETIMES.
MAKING HIM FEEL
SOME PLACE
IN THE LIGHT
IS HIS.
TELLING HIM
JUST HOW SPECIAL
HE IS.

THINKING OF HIM.
THINKING OF HIM.
TELLING THE TRUTH
WHEN NOBODY'S WILLING
TO TELL HIM THE TRUTH.
FIGHTING FOR HIM.
LIVING FOR HIM,
THINKING IT OVER,
THAT'S WHAT
I THINK I DO.
WELL,
ISN'T IT TIME?
ISN'T IT HIGH TIME
I WAS THINKING OF ME,
TOO?
MAYBE IT'S TIME.
MAYBE IT'S HIGH TIME
I WAS THINKING OF ME,
TOO.