Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Glamorous Life, artist - Audra McDonald. Album song Go Back Home, in the genre Мировая классика
Date of issue: 16.05.2013
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
The Glamorous Life |
Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives— |
Keep the house and sweep the parlor, |
Mend the clothes and tend the children. |
Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives, |
Make the beds and bake the pies |
And wither on the vine… |
Not mine. |
Dying by inches every night— |
What a glamorous life! |
Pulled on by winches to recite— |
What a glamorous life! |
Ordinary mothers never get the flowers, |
And ordinary mothers never know the joys, |
But ordinary mothers couldn’t cough for hours, |
Maintaining their poise. |
Sandwiches only, |
But she eats what she wants when she wants! |
Sometimes it’s lonely, |
But she meets many handsome gallants! |
Ordinary mothers don’t live out of cases, |
But ordinary mothers don’t go different places— |
Which ordinary mothers can’t do, being mothers all day! |
Mine’s away in a play— |
And she’s realer than they… |
What if her brooch is only glass, |
And her costumes unravel? |
What if her coach is second-class: |
She at least gets to travel! |
And sometime this summer—meaning soon, |
She’ll be traveling to me! |
Sometime this summer—maybe June, I’m the new place she’ll see! |
Ordinary daughters may think life is better |
With ordinary mothers near them when they choose— |
But ordinary daughters seldom get a letter |
Enclosing reviews! |
Gay and resilient, with applause— |
What a glamorous life! |
Speeches are brilliant, if they’re Shaw’s— |
What a glamorous life! |
Ordinary mothers needn’t meet committees, |
But ordinary mothers don’t get keys to cities— |
No, ordinary mothers merely see their children all year, |
Which is nothing, I hear… |
But it does interfere |
With the glamorous— |
I am the princess, guarded by dragons |
Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons… |
She’s in her kingdom, wearing disguises, leading a life that is full of |
surprises… |
And sometime this summer, she’ll come galloping |
Over the green! |
Sometime this summer, to the rescue, |
My mother the queen! |
Ordinary mothers thrive on being private, |
But ordinary mothers somehow can survive it, |
And ordinary mothers never know they’re just standing still— |
With their kettles to fill— |
While they’re missing the thrill |
Of the glamorous life! |