Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pleasant Little Kingdom / Too Many Mornings, artist - Mandy Patinkin. Album song Oscar & Steve, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 14.06.1995
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
Pleasant Little Kingdom / Too Many Mornings |
It’s a pleasant little kingdom |
Full of pleasant little things |
Full of scintillating dinners |
With neighboring kings |
There’s a castle in the country |
For weekends of rest |
And we entertain at parties |
In the little time remaining |
And we’re entertained by others |
And it’s very entertaining |
An efficient little kingdom |
The dominion of the queen |
Where at any given moment |
The ashtrays are clean |
There are many little battles |
Which never are fought |
And if, on occasion, I think about you |
It’s a pleasant little thought |
So I write another book |
And I head another drive |
And we take a trip we took |
And the dinner guests arrive |
And unless you really look |
You would think we were alive, and |
God! |
It’s a pleasant little kingdom |
Full of pleasant little days |
There are charities and lectures |
And flowers to raise |
There are amateur dramatics |
And evenings of bridge |
And I go to civic luncheons |
When there’s someone to remind me |
And I study the piano |
And I never look behind me |
It’s a merry little kingdom |
Full of merry little chores |
Lots of gardening and fixing |
All very outdoors |
In the driveway is a sports car |
I shouldn’t have bought |
And if, on occasion, I think about you |
I eliminate the thought |
So I read a little here |
And I sew a little there |
And the children disappear |
And the castle needs repair |
And I never shed a tear |
And I never turn a hair, and |
Ben! |
God help me, Sally |
I’ve loved you all my life! |
Too many mornings |
Waking and pretending I reach for you |
Thousands of mornings |
Dreaming of my girl |
All that time wasted |
Merely passing through |
Time I could have spent |
So content |
Wasting time with you |
Too many mornings |
Wishing that the room might be filled with you |
Morning to morning |
Turning into days |
All the days |
That I thought would never end |
All the nights |
With another day to spend |
All those times |
I’d look up to see |
Sally standing at the door |
Sally moving to the bed |
Sally resting in my arms |
With her head against my head |
If you don’t kiss me, Ben, I think I’m going to die |
(sung) |
How I planned |
What I’d wear tonight |
And when should I get here? |
How should I find you? |
Where I’d stand |
What I’d say in case you didn’t remember |
How I’d remind you |
You remembered |
And my fears were wrong! |
Was it ever real? |
Did I ever love you this much? |
Did we ever feel |
So happy then? |
It was always real |
I should have worn green |
And I’ve always loved you this much |
I wore green the last time |
We can always feel this happy |
The time I was happy |
Too many mornings |
Wasted in pretending I reach for you |
How many mornings |
Are there still to come? |
How much time |
Can we hope that there will be? |
Not much time |
But it’s time enough for me |
If there’s time |
To look up and see (be) |
Sally standing at the door |
Sally moving to the bed |
Sally resting in my (your) arms |
With your head against my head |