Pinwheel of Death

Robert Goulet


SONGS

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 2000

Lyrics DEAR LOVE,
WILL YOU SAY,
BE MY VALENTINE.
DEAR LOVE,
AM I MAYBE
YOUR VALENTINE?
THIS DAY
COULD FOREVER
BE WRITTEN
ON THIS HEART OF MINE,
IF THIS DAY
I AM YOUR VALENTINE.

DEAR LOVE,
TELL ME NOW
I'M YOUR VALENTINE.
DEAR LOVE,
MAKE A VOW
I'M YOUR VALENTINE?
THESE EYES
COULD BE LIT
WITH A NEW
AND TRULY DAZZLING SHINE,
IF YOU SAY
I AM YOUR VALENTINE.

DEAR LOVE,
I HAVE BROUGHT YOU
A VALENTINE.
HERE, LOVE,
I HAVE BROUGHT YOU
A VALENTINE.
BELLS, BOWS
AND AN ANGEL
WHOSE ARROW
LINKS YOUR NAME
TO MINE,
TO TELL YOU
I AM YOUR VALENTINE.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Holiday

Recorded 1967

Lyrics REMEMBER THE CHRISTMAS MORNING
LONG AGO,
THE FROSTED GLASS,
THE DANCING SNOW,
THE HAPPY TIME?
REMEMBER THE PAINTED HORSE,
THE CAROUSEL,
THE CHOCOLATE KISS,
THE CARAMEL,
THE HAPPY TIME?
REMEMBER THE PALE PINK SKY,
YOUR FIRST EASTER HAT?
AND IF YOU SHOULD ASK ME WHY,
THE REASON I ASK YOU THIS
IS THAT
I WANT TO REMEMBER YOU
REMEMBERING
THE HAPPY TIME.

REMEMBER THE DAY
YOU FOUND THE DOLLAR BILL,
OR ROLLER SKATING
DOWN THE HILL,
THE HAPPY TIME?
REMEMBER THE COMPLIMENT
YOU ONCE RECEIVED,
THE LIE YOU TOLD
THEY ALL BELIEVED,
THE HAPPY TIME?
REMEMBER YOUR FIRST SCHOOL PLAY,
THE SOUND OF APPLAUSE?
WHY DO I GO ON THIS WAY?
I'M ONLY REMINDING YOU
BECAUSE
I WANT TO REMEMBER YOU
REMEMBERING
THE HAPPY TIME.

REMEMBER THE DEAREST LOVE
YOU EVER KNEW,
THE DAY SHE SAID,
HELLO TO YOU.
THE HAPPY TIME?
REMEMBER THE TULIP TREES
YOU WALKED AMONG,
THE GAME WAS OLD,
THE PLAYER YOUNG,
THE HAPPY TIME?
REMEMBER A LONG DEEP SIGH,
A TENTATIVE KISS?
AND IF
YOU SHOULD ASK ME WHY,
THE REASON I ASK YOU
THAT IS THIS:
I'M LONGING TO SEE YOU SMILE
AND HEAR YOU LAUGH
SO I CAN HAVE THE PHOTOGRAPH
AND REMEMBER YOU.
REMEMBERING
THE HAPPY TIME.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 1968

Lyrics male lyric:
I DON'T REMEMBER YOU.
I DON'T REMEMBER YOU.
I DON'T RECALL
A SINGLE THING
WE USED TO SAY
OR DO.
WHAT DANCING
IN THE PARK?
WHAT LAUGHTER
IN THE DARK?
WHAT SMOLD'RING
FIREPLACE
THAT LIT YOUR FACE
WITH EV'RY SPARK?
AND IF I LEFT YOU
ONCE BEFORE,
SOMEHOW I CAN'T RECALL
IT ANYMORE.
THAT WAS ANOTHER GIRL.
YOU'RE NOT AT ALL
LIKE HER.
THO' FOR AN INSTANT,
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME,
I BELIEVED YOU WERE.
BUT I WAS WRONG!
THIS MOMENT IS NEW
BECAUSE I CAN'T,
I WON'T,
I DON'T REMEMBER YOU.

female lyric:
I DON'T REMEMBER YOU.
I DON'T REMEMBER YOU.
I DON'T RECALL
A SINGLE THING
WE USED TO SAY
OR DO.
WHAT PICNIC
BY THE MILL?
WHAT RACE
ACROSS THE HILL?
WHAT WHISPERS
FROM THE SNOW
I HEARD BELOW
MY WINDOW SILL?
AND IF YOU HURT ME
ONCE BEFORE,
SOMEHOW I CAN'T RECALL
IT ANYMORE.
THAT WAS ANOTHER TIME,
ANOTHER TIME AND PLACE.
ALTHOUGH YOU BEAR
A FAINT RESEMBLANCE
YOU'RE ANOTHER FACE.
YES, I WAS WRONG!
THIS MOMENT IS NEW
BECAUSE I CAN'T,
I WON'T,
I DON'T REMEMBER YOU.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 1967

Lyrics WE SEE A CHILD EATING ICE CREAM,
RIGHT THERE BEFORE US HE STANDS.
I SAY,
LOOK WHAT A HAPPY FACE,
YOU SAY,
LOOK, HE'S GOT DIRTY HANDS.
WE SEE A CHILD IN A MAPLE TREE,
WE'RE WATCHING HIM CLIMB,
YOU AND I.
YOU SAY,
YOU COME DOWN,
YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF,
I SAY,
GO UP,
YOU'RE TOUCHING THE SKY!
THERE'S A DIFF'RENCE
BETWEEN US
NO OBSERVER COULD MISS,
WHAT'S THE DIFF'RENCE
BETWEEN US,
ONLY THIS:

SEEING THINGS.
THERE'S A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A CERTAIN WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
THAT MAKES THE DIFFERENCE.
I NEED MORE THAN LOVE
I NEED SOMEONE
I'M CERTAIN OF
AND WHEN
I REACH FOR HERHIM,
SHEHE MUST BE THERE.
YOU AND I
HAVE A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A DIFF'RENT WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
I'D SAY.
ONE IS TRUTH
AND ONE'S ILLUSION
PLEASE CONSIDER
SEEING THINGS
MY WAY.

SEEING THINGS.
THERE'S A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A CERTAIN WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
THAT MAKES THE DIFFERENCE.
IS THAT SUN UP THERE
A CIRCLE SPUN
OF LIGHT AND AIR
OR JUST AN EV'RY DAY,
PRACTICAL SUN?
YOU AND I
HAVE A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A DIFF'RENT WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
I'D SAY.
PAINT YOUR TRUTH
WITH MY ILLUSION
PLEASE CONSIDER
SEEING THINGS
MY WAY.

ATTRACTIVE AND CHAMING,
FOREVER IT SEEMS,
DISTURBING,
DISARMING,
MY SPINNER OF DREAMS.
BUT DIFF'RENT WE ARE,
AND DIFF'RENT WE'LL STAY,
TRY AS WE MIGHT,
WE WON'T FIND A WAY.
I'M OF THE EARTH
AND YOU'RE OF THE SKY.
I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.
I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH,
GOOD BYE.

SEEING THINGS.
THERE'S A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A CERTAIN WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
THAT MAKES THE DIFFERENCE.
I NEED MORE THAN LOVE
I NEED SOMEONE
I'M CERTAIN OF
AND WHEN I REACH FOR HERHIM,
SHEHE MUST BE THERE.
YOU AND I
HAVE A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A DIFF'RENT WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
I'D SAY.
ONE IS TRUTH
AND ONE'S ILLUSION
PLEASE CONSIDER
SEEING THINGS
MY WAY.

SEEING THINGS.
THERE'S A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A CERTAIN WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
THAT MAKES THE DIFFERENCE.
IS THAT SUN UP THERE
A CIRCLE SPUN
OF LIGHT AND AIR
OR JUST AN EV'RY DAY,
PRACTICAL SUN?
YOU AND I
HAVE A WAY
OF SEEING THINGS,
A DIFF'RENT WAY
OF SEEING THINGS
I'D SAY.
PAINT YOUR TRUTH
WITH MY ILLUSION
I AM EARTH
AND YOU ARE SKY.
BUT I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH,
AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH,
GOOD BYE.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1968

Lyrics OH, TOMORROW MORNING
THE SUN WILL SHINE
WITH A BUD AWAKENING
ON EV'RY VINE,
AND THE LEAVES WILL TREMBLE
AND THE BIRDS WILL PEEP
AND TOMORROW MORNING
I'LL SLEEP.
YES, TOMORROW MORNING
I'LL DO MY BEST
TO ENJOY THE MORNING
IN A GOOD NIGHT'S REST.
BUT THIS EVENINGS CELEBRATION
JUST WON'T KEEP
SO TOMORROW MORNING
I'LL SLEEP.

THERE'S A BRIGHT BLUE STAR
AND I'M WHERE YOU ARE.
IT'S A TRUE BON SOIR.
NOT TO STAY AWAKE
WOULD BE A LARGE MISTAKE.
IF THE WINE IS HEADY
AND THE LIGHTS ARE LOW,
THEN MY ARM IS READY
AND I'M SET TO GO.
IT'S A WASTE OF MOONLIGHT
TO BE COUNTING SHEEP,
AND TOMORROW MORNING
IS TIME ENOUGH TO SLEEP.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick

Genres Showtune, Standard, Ballad

Recorded 2000

Lyrics WHEN DID I FALL IN LOVE?
WHAT NIGHT?
WHAT DAY?
WHEN DID I FIRST BEGIN
TO FEEL THIS WAY?
HOW COULD THE MOMENT PASS?
UNFELT?
IGNORED?
WHERE WAS
THE BLINDING FLASH,
WHERE WAS
THE CRASHING CHORD?
WHEN DID I FALL IN LOVE?
I CAN'T RECALL,
NOT THAT IT MATTERS
AT ALL.
IT DOESN'T MATTER
WHEN
OR WHY
OR HOW,
AS LONG
AS I LOVE HER NOW.

WHEN DID RESPECT
FIRST BECOME AFFECTION?
WHEN DID AFFECTION
SUDDENLY SOAR?
WHAT A STRANGE
AND BEAUTIFUL TOUCH
THAT I LOVE HER
SO MUCH
WHEN I DIDN'T BEFORE...

WHEN DID I FALL IN LOVE?
WHAT NIGHT?
WHAT DAY?
WHEN DID I FIRST BEGIN
TO FEEL THIS WAY?
HOW COULD THE MOMENT PASS?
UNFELT?
IGNORED?
WHERE WAS
THE BLINDING FLASH,
WHERE WAS
THE CRASHING CHORD?
WHEN DID I FALL IN LOVE?
I CAN'T RECALL,
NOT THAT IT MATTERS
AT ALL.
I'M WHERE
I WANT TO BE,
HER LOVE,
HER LIFE
UNTIL THE END
OF MY LIFE.