Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Act I: A Very Nice Prince / First Midnight / Giants in the Sky, artist - Stephen Sondheim. Album song Into the Woods, in the genre Мюзиклы
Date of issue: 17.06.2002
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
Act I: A Very Nice Prince / First Midnight / Giants in the Sky |
And--? |
And-- |
(sung) |
It’s a very nice ball |
And--? |
And-- |
(sung) |
When I entered, they trumpeted |
And--? |
The Prince--? |
Oh, the Prince… |
Yes, the Prince! |
Well, he’s tall |
Is that all? |
(spoken) |
Did you dance? |
Is he charming? |
They say that he’s charming |
We did nothing but dance |
Yes--? |
And--? |
And it made a nice change |
No, the Prince! |
Oh, the Prince… |
Yes, the Prince |
He has charm for a Prince, I guess… |
Guess? |
I don’t meet a wide range… |
Did he bow? |
Was he cold and polite? |
And it’s all very strange… |
Did you speak? |
Did he flirt? |
Could you tell right away he was royalty? |
(sung) |
Is he sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate, charming, |
as kind as he’s handsome, as wise as he’s rich, is he everything you’ve ever |
wanted? |
Would I know… |
Well I know. |
But how can you know what you want till you get what you want and you see if |
you like it? |
Would I know… |
All I know is… |
I never wish… |
What I want most of all… |
Just within reason |
Is to know what I want |
When you know you can’t have what you want |
Where’s the profit in wishing? |
He’s a very nice Prince… |
What I wouldn’t give to be in your shoes |
Will you look over there, an enormous beanstalk |
Growing next to that little cottage! |
I mean slippers as pure as gold! |
I must get home! |
I need your shoe! |
Wait! |
First Midnight |
One midnight gone… |
No knot unties itself… |
Sometimes the things you most wish for are not to be touched… |
The harder to get, the better to have… |
Agreed? |
Agreed |
Never wear mauve at a ball… |
Or pink… |
Or open your mouth… |
The difference between a cow and a bean |
Is a bean can begin an adventure… |
Slotted spoons don’t hold much soup… |
The prettier the flower, the farther from the path… |
The closer to the family, the closer to the wine… |
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah… |
One midnight gone… |
The mouth of a wolf’s not the end of the world… |
A servant is not just a dog, to a Prince… |
Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor… |
You may know what you need |
But to get what you want |
Better see that you keep what you have |
(All overlapping) |
One midnight gone… |
Sometimes the things you most wish for are not to be touched… |
The harder to get, the better to have… |
Agreed? |
Agreed |
One midnight gone… one midnight gone… |
Never wear mauve at a ball… |
Or pink… |
Slotted spoons don’t hold much soup… |
To get what you want better keep what you… |
The prettier the flower… |
One midnight one midnight one midnight gone. |
(sung) |
Into the woods |
Into the woods |
Into the woods, then out of the woods |
And home before-- |
Giants In the Sky |
There are giants in the sky! |
There are big, tall, terrible giants in the sky! |
When you’re way up high, and you look below |
At the world you’ve left and the things you know |
Little more than a glance is enough to show |
You just how small you are |
When you’re way up high, and you’re on your own |
In a world like none that you’ve ever known |
Where the sky’s like lead, and the earth’s like stone |
You’re free to do whatever pleases you |
Exploring things you’d never dared |
Cause you don’t care |
When suddenly there’s |
A big, tall, terrible giant at the door |
A big, tall, terrible lady giant sweeping the floor |
And she gives you food, and she gives you rest |
And she draws you close to her giant breast |
And you know things now, that you never knew before |
Not 'til the sky |
Only just when you’ve made a friend and all |
And you know she’s big, but you don’t feel small |
Someone bigger than her comes along the hall |
To swallow you for lunch! |
And your heart is lead, and your stomach’s stone |
And you’re really scared, being all alone |
And it’s then that you miss all the things you’ve known |
And the world you’ve left, and the little you own; |
The fun is done |
You steal what you can, and run! |
And you scramble down, and you look below |
At the world you left, and the things you know. |
The roof, the house, and your mother at the door |
The roof, the house, and the world you’d never thought to explore |
And you think of all of the things you’d seen |
And you wish that you could live in-between |
And you’re back again, only different than before |
After the sky |
There are giants in the sky! |
There are big, tall, terrible, awesome, scary |
Wonderful giants in the sky! |