Lyrics Wait - Imelda Staunton

Wait

Why doesn’t Beadle Bamford come?
Before the week is out, that’s what he said.
And who says the week is out yet?
It’s only Friday!
Easy now,
Hush, love, hush
Don’t distress yourself;
What’s your rush?
Keep your thoughts
Nice and lush
Wait…
Hush, love, hush
Think it through
Once it bubbles, then what’s to do?
Watch it close
Let it brew
Wait…
I’ve been thinking flowers
Maybe daisies
To brighten up the room.
Don’t you think some flowers,
Pretty daisies
Might relieve the gloom.
Ah wait
Love, wait
And the judge?
When will I get him?
Oh, can’t you think’a nothin' else?
You’re always broodin' on your wrongs
What happened, 'eaven 'ardly knows how many years ago
Slow, love, slow
Time’s so fast
Now goes quickly, see;
Now it’s past!
Soon will come
Soon will last
Wait…
(chuckles) Don’t you know,
Silly man,
'alf the fun is to plan the plan.
All good things come to those who can
Wait…
Gilly flowers maybe
'stead of daisies
I don’t know though
What do you think?
Yes
Gilly flowers, I’d say.
Nothing like a nice bowl of gilly.