Lyric Quote of the Day--Mar 2

Subject: Lyric Quote of the Day--Mar 2
From: Mbo
Date: 02 Mar 00 - 08:08 AM

One of the most gorgeous songs ever, in my opinion. It's by Stephen Schwartz.

My days are brighter than morning air
Evergreen, pine, and autumn blue
But all my days were twice as fair
If I could share
My days with you

My nights are warmer than firecoals
Incense and stars, and smoke bamboo
But nights were warm beyond compare
If I could share
My nights with you

To dance in my dreams
To shine when I need the sun
With you
To hold me when dreams are done

And oh...
My dearest love
If you will take my love
Then all my dreams are truly begun

And as time weaves ribbons of memory
To sweeten life when youth is through
But I would need no memories there
If I could share
My life with you


--Mbo

Subject: RE: Lyric Quote of the Day--Mar 2
From: MMario
Date: 02 Mar 00 - 09:53 AM

Most of this applies to friends and friendship as well as the obvious.

Subject: RE: Lyric Quote of the Day--Mar 2
From: Peg
Date: 02 Mar 00 - 10:12 AM

ooh I love this song; beautiful lyrics...we sang it in high school choir...
Pippin has a lot of great ones; we also did Godspell a million times and it also has some great songs by Schwartz...

Come sing about sweet rejoicing
Come sing of love
We're not afraid of voicing
All the things we're dreaming of
Oh, high and low, and everywhere we go
We can build a beautiful city
Yes we can, oh yes we can
We can build a beautiful city
And call it ours
And call it the city of man...

Subject: RE: Lyric Quote of the Day--Mar 2
From: Mbo
Date: 02 Mar 00 - 10:32 AM

We don't need alabaster
We don't need chrome
We've got our special plaster
Take my hand, I'll take you home
Ooh, these elations bright
In each other's eyes...

--Mbo

Subject: RE: Lyric Quote of the Day--Mar 2
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 02 Mar 00 - 08:31 PM

Good song mate, I like it. Yours,Aye.Dave

Subject: RE: Lyric Quote of the Day--Mar 2
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 03 Mar 00 - 02:47 AM

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all your pre-figuring;
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing.
For we,which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack the tongues to praise.