Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'll Follow My Secret Heart, artist - Noël Coward.
Date of issue: 11.03.2010
Song language: English
I'll Follow My Secret Heart |
Paul: |
Now then; |
business, Melanie. |
What did Lord Sheere say to you last night? |
Melanie: |
Not very much, but he was very ardent |
Paul: |
Good. |
He is coming here this morning |
Melanie: |
This morning? |
Paul: |
Yes, I wrote him a note from you. |
I will recieve him, and when I have talked |
with him for a little he will propose marriage |
Melanie: |
He seemed last night to wish for something a little less binding |
Paul: |
Never mind. |
When he proposes, you will accept him |
Melanie: |
When may I love somebody, please? |
Paul: |
Not until you are safely married—and then only with the greatest discretion |
Melanie: |
I see |
Paul: |
What is the matter? |
Melanie: |
It doesn’t feel like my birthday anymore |
A cloud has passed across the sun |
The morning seems no longer gay |
Paul: |
I had better get on with these bills. |
You had better go and dress |
Melanie: |
Very well |
With so much business to be done |
Even the sea looks grey |
Paul: |
Do not be silly |
Melanie: |
C’est vrai |
C’est vrai |
It seems that all the joy has faded from the day |
As though the foolish world no longer wants to play |
Paul: |
Do go and dress, Melanie |
Melanie: |
What shall I wear? |
A balck crêpe, with a lace bonnet? |
Paul: |
What is the matter with you this morning? |
Melanie: |
White, white for a bride—but the sun ought to shine on a bride |
Paul: |
You are not a bride—yet |
Melanie: |
But I shall be soon. |
Shall I not? |
A very quiet aristocratic bride with a |
discrete heart |
You ask me to have a discreet heart |
Until marriage is out of the way |
But what if I meet |
With a sweetheart so sweet |
That my wayward heart cannot obey? |
A single word that you may say? |
Paul: |
Then we shall have to go away |
Melanie: |
No. For there is nowhere we could go |
Where we could hide from what we know |
Is true |
Paul: |
Do stop talking nonsense |
Melanie: |
It is not nonsense. |
You are so sure that everything in life can be |
arranged—just so—like arithmetic |
Paul: |
Why not? |
Emotion is so very untidy |
Melanie: |
The sun has come out again. |
I feel a little better |
Paul: |
Good |
Melanie: |
I’m sorry |
Paul: |
Merci ma chéri |
Melanie: |
Don’t be afraid I’ll betray you |
And destroy all the plans you have made |
But even your schemes |
Must leave room for my dreams |
So when all I owe to you is paid |
I’ll still have something of my own |
A little prize that’s mine alone |
I’ll follow my secret heart |
My whole life through |
I’ll keep all my dreams apart |
Till one comes true |
No matter what price is paid |
What stars may fade |
Above |
I’ll follow my secret heart |
Till I find love |