Lyrics Evening Primrose: When? - Stephen Sondheim

Evening Primrose: When?

Ella look at me, this way Ella, Ella concentrate hard
Ella, hear me and turn before I deal another card
No don’t look at me, don’t look up, Charles
If you look at me, then I will look at you, happily
And they will see how much I like you
When will I ever see you, Ella
When will we meet, when will we speak
When will I once again touch your cheek, when…
When will we meet, I long to know, Charles
How do you dance?
How do you smoke?
What is a party?
What is a joke?
But when…
I pass, I pass, I pass the hours planning
Things to teach you
I pass the hours planning
Ways to reach you
When, when, when
One heart, one heart
One heart is beating wildly
Can she hear it?
One heart is beating wildly
Charles is near it
When…
When will we be alone together
When will we meet?
When will we be alone together?
When can we speak?
When will we meet?
When can I once again touch your cheek?
When can we speak?
When can I once again touch your cheek?
When?
Ella gay as a tarantella
Pure as larks singing a capella
Let my poem be your umbrella
Ella, poets who suffer pain
Should fall in love with girls named Jane, not Ella
When will we meet I long to know
What songs do you like?
Where are you from?
Have you been married?
Why did you come?
When?
When Ella, when I long to teach your
Eyes how to read, hands how to write
Lips how to spell, but night after night
When…
I see you scouring and mending, pale and dreamy
Bending and pretending not to see me
When, when, when…
I see you smile at me in Notions while I’m cooking
Cover your emotions, Charles, they’re looking
When…
When will we ever be together?
When is the time?
When will we ever be together?
Where is the place?
When is the time?
When will I once again touch your face?
Where is the place?
When will I once again touch your face?
When, when, when, when, when…
When will we meet I long to know
What songs do you like?
Where are you from?
Charles, am I ugly, Charles, am I dumb
Charles, do you like me?
Charles, could you love me?
Charles?
Harkins absent: the daylight darkens
Ella what kind of coward am I, this I will not allow
Ella, what if they do their worst, I’ll see you first
We’ll be together…
Now Ella, now girl, I shall show your
Hands how to touch, eyes how to glow
Lips how to kiss, I’ve so much to show
Then you will blossom, then you will grow
And then.
then… then…