
Date of issue: 06.12.2018
Song language: English
Nowhere to Go But Up |
Life’s a balloon |
That tumbles or rises |
Depending on what is inside |
Fill it with hope |
And playful surprises |
And oh, dearie ducks |
Then you’re in for a ride |
Look inside the balloon |
And if you hear a tune |
There’s nowhere to go but up |
Choose the secret we know |
Before life makes us grow |
There’s nowhere to go but up |
If your selection feels right |
Well then deary, hold tight |
If you see your reflection |
Your heart will take flight |
If you pick the right string |
Then your heart will take wing |
And there’s nowhere to go but up! |
Now I feel like that boy |
With a shiny new toy |
And there’s nowhere to go but up |
Michael! |
Just one day at the fair |
Has me waltzing on air |
And there’s nowhere to go but up |
Jane, I remember. |
It’s all true, every impossible thing we imagined with Mary |
Poppins -- it all happened! |
Now my heart is so light |
That I think I just might |
Start feeding the birds |
And then go fly a kite |
With your head in a cloud |
Only laughter’s allowed |
And there’s nowhere to go but up |
We’re zigging and zagging |
Our feet never dragging |
We might take a ride to the moon |
All this bobbing and weaving |
All comes from believing |
The magic inside the balloon |
The past is the past |
It lives on as history |
And that’s an important thing |
The future comes fast |
Each second a mystery |
For nobody knows what |
Tomorrow may bring |
This one looks like you |
How do you know? |
Ah! |
Don’t you lose her, son! |
I won’t, sir! |
Up here in the blue |
It’s a marvelous view |
Side by side is the best way to fly |
Once I just looked above |
But now I am part of |
The lovely London sky |
Would you like to try one yourself, sir? |
Uh, I’ll give it a go |
Choose carefully. |
Well, nowhere to go but up |
When the clouds make a muss |
Well, I won’t make a fuss |
But I’ll polish the stars |
Ellen, better let us |
Give a lift to a foe |
For you’ll reap what you sow |
And there’s nowhere to go but up |
I’ve set sail! |
Chart a course, Mr. Binnacle! |
That I will, sir! |
Hahaha! |
If your day’s up the spout |
Well there isn’t a doubt |
There’s nowhere to go but up |
And if you don’t believe |
Just hang on to my sleeve |
For there’s nowhere to go but up |
As you fly over town |
It gets harder to frown |
And we’ll all hit the heights |
If we never look down |
Let the past take a bow |
The forever is now |
And there’s nowhere to go but up, up |
There’s nowhere to go but up |
Of course the grownups will all forget by tomorrow |
They always do |
Only one balloon left, Mary Poppins. |
I think it must be yours |
Yes, I suppose it must. |
Practically perfect in every way |
Artist lyrics: Angela Lansbury
Artist lyrics: Lin-Manuel Miranda