Everybody talks about a new world in the morning. A new world in the morning so they say. I, myself don't talk about a new world in the morning. A new world in the morning, that's today. And I can feel a new tomorrow comin' on. And I don't know why I have to make a song. Everybody talks a bout a new world in the morning. New world in the morning takes so long. I met a man who had a dream he had since he was twenty. I met that man when he was eighty-one. He said too many people just stand and wait up til the mornin', Don't they know tomorrow never comes. And he would feel a new tomorrow coming on. And when he'd smile his eyes would twinkle up in thought. Everybody talks about a new world in the morning. New world in the morning never comes. And I can feel a new tomorrow coming on. And I don't know why I have to make a song. Everybody talks about a new world in the morning. New world in the morning takes so long.
Now if you load your rifle right And if you fix your bayonet so And if you kill that man my friend The one we call the foe And if you do it often lad And if you do it right You'll be a hero overnight You'll save your country from her plight Remember God is always right If you survive to see the sight A friend now greeting foe No you won't believe in If anymore It's an illusion It's an illusion No you won't believe in If anymore If is for children If is for children Building daydreams If I knew then what I know now (I thought I did you know somehow) If I could have the time again I'd take the sunshine leave the rain If only time would trickle slow Like rain that melts the fallen snow If only Lord if only If only Lord if only Oh I don't believe in If anymore It's an illusion It's an illusion No I don't believe in If anymore If is for children If is for children Building daydreams No I don't believe in If anymore It's an illusion It's an illusion No I don't believe in If anymore If is for children If is for children Building daydreams
The day the river freezes is the day it won't seem fair 'Cos they'll come to get the river lady And I don't think they'll care
I know they'll scrape her paint off In their same old foolish ways
Now the people see the river But the old ship's gone away Water turns cold and gets to freezing Before you even know it the old girl's easing Away from her berth round by the point and out of our view Off in the mist her engines pounding Back on the banks that old horn's sounding A little good-bye a little I'll do what I must do A little good-bye a little I'll do what I must do
I know I will remember when I cannot hear that horn That would roll up by the mountains As she took us through the storm I know they've got to take her But I can't say I approve 'Cos she's won so many battles That I hate to see her lose
Water turns cold and gets to freezing Before you even know it the old girl's easing Away from her berth round by the point and out of our view Off in the mist her engines pounding Back on the banks that old horn's sounding A little good-bye a little I'll do what I must do A little good-bye a little I'll do what I must do
Have you seen the old man In the closed down market Picking up the papers, with his worn out shoes In his eyes, you see no pride Hand held loosly by his side Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's news
So how can ya tell me you're lonely and say for you the sun doesn't shine let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london I`ll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of london dirt in her hair and her cloth in rags she's no time for talking she keeps right on walking carrying her home in 2 carrier bags
so how can ya tell me you're lonely and say for you the sun doesn't shine let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london I`ll show you something to make you change your mind
In the all-night cafe at a quarter past 11 same old man sitting there on his own looking at the world at the rim of his teacup each tea last a hour and he wanders home alone
so how can you tell me your lonely and say for you the sun doesn't shine let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london I`ll show you something to make you cange your mind
have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission memory fading with the medal ribbons he whares in our winter city the rain cries little bitty for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care
so how can you tell me your lonely and say for you the sun doesn't shine let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of london I`ll show you something to make you cange your mind
Something is going wrong With the singer and the song And the music isn?t gentle anymore There?s a mist across the moon And the sun?s too hot at noon And the house is dark behind the broken door Where the flowers used to grow With their leaves are hanging low And the constant shadow lies across the floor There?s a strange and empty sky Where the wild birds used to fly And I never tasted bitter rain before And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky Will the golden flower wither soon and die Will the fire burn out the land And the sea fill-up with sand Will the last word ever spoken be why? Will the last word ever spoken be why? Someone?s lost the plan For the brotherhood of man And no one?s trying to find it anymore And the winds become a sigh For those who hate and those who die And the waves are black and slow along the shore And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky Will the golden flower wither soon and die Will the fire burn out the land And the sea fill-up with sand Will the last word ever spoken be why? Will the last word ever spoken be why, why, why? Will the last word ever spoken be ?WHY?
I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me down. Back in 1944, I remember Daddy walking out the door. Mama told me he was going to war, he was leaving. Leavin', leavin', leavin', leavin' me. Now I've gotta leave ol' Durham town, I've gotta leave ol Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me down. When I was a boy, I spent my time sitting on the banks of the River Thyme. Watching all the ships going down the line. They were leavin'...leavin', leavin', leavin', leavin' me.. Now I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me down. Last week Mama passed away. "Goodbye, son." is all she'd say. "There's no call for me to stay, so I'm leavin'...leavin', leavin', leavin', leavin' free." Now I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me....I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leaving' gonna get me...La la la la la la la la...la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Dear God, you made many, many poor people. I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor. But it's no great honor either! So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?
If I were a rich man, Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. All day long I'd biddy biddy bum. If I were a wealthy man. I wouldn't have to work hard. Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. If I were a biddy biddy rich, Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, Right in the middle of the town. A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below. There would be one long staircase just going up, And one even longer coming down, And one more leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks For the town to see and hear. And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack" Would land like a trumpet on the ear, As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."
If I were a rich man, Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. All day long I'd biddy biddy bum. If I were a wealthy man. I wouldn't have to work hard. Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. If I were a biddy biddy rich, Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife With a proper double-chin. Supervising meals to her heart's delight. I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock. Oy, what a happy mood she's in. Screaming at the servants, day and night.
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me! They would ask me to advise them, Like a Solomon the Wise. "If you please, Reb Tevye..." "Pardon me, Reb Tevye..." Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes! And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong. When you're rich, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack To sit in the synagogue and pray. And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall. And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day. That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If I were a rich man, Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. All day long I'd biddy biddy bum. If I were a wealthy man. I wouldn't have to work hard. Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. If I were a biddy biddy rich, Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don't remember growing older, When did they? When did she get to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall? Wasn't it yesterday when they were small? Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset, Swiftly flow the days. Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers, Blossoming even as we gaze. Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset, Swiftly fly the years. One season following another, Laden with happiness and tears.
What words of wisdom can I give them? How can I help to ease their way? Now they must learn from one another, Day by day. They look so natural together, Just like two newlyweds should be. Is there a canopy in store for me? Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset, Swiftly fly the years. One season following another, Laden with happiness and tears.
Found my love by the gaswork croft Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town, dirty old town I heard a siren from the dock Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town We're goin' to take a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, dirty old town Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town And oh we'll chop you down Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town Dirty old town, dirty old town And oh whoa-oh dirty old town Chop you down one of these days
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor Tomorrow for old England she sails Far away from your land of endless sunshine To my land full of rainy skies and gales And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing And the taste of war I know so very well Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising Their guns on fire as we sail into hell I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Though death and darkness gather all about me My ship be torn apart upon the seas I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee And should I return home safe again to England I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me down. Back in 1944, I remember Daddy walking out the door. Mama told me he was going to war, he was leaving. Leavin', leavin', leavin', leavin' me. Now I've gotta leave ol' Durham town, I've gotta leave ol Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me down. When I was a boy, I spent my time sitting on the banks of the River Thyme. Watching all the ships going down the line. They were leavin'...leavin', leavin', leavin', leavin' me.. Now I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me down. Last week Mama passed away. "Goodbye, son." is all she'd say. "There's no call for me to stay, so I'm leavin'...leavin', leavin', leavin', leavin' free." Now I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leavin's gonna get me....I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town. I've gotta leave ol' Durham town and that leaving' gonna get me...La la la la la la la la...la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
