Gonna
take a sentimental journey
Gonna
set my heart at ease
Gonna
make a sentimental journey
To
renew old memories
Got
my bag, got my reservation
Spent
each dime I could afford
Like
a child in wild anticipation
Long
to hear that "All aboard"
Seven,
that's the time we leave, at seven,
I'll
be waitin' up for heaven,
Countin'
every mile
of
railroad track that takes me back
Never thought my heart could be so yearny
Why
did I decide to roam?
Gotta
take that sentimental journey
Sentimental
journey home.
[Solos -- . . . .Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?]
BOYS: Sunrise, sunset - sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.
GIRLS: Sunrise, sunset - sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.
[Solos -- . . . .Is
there a canopy in store for me?]
ALL: Sunrise, sunset - sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.
Him in ya, ma ling wa na ma my ah
When the waltz is playing, all the skies are clear. When the waltz is playing then the stars appear.
As we waltz we sing to One we’re dreaming of, (we’re dreaming of)
We have played our serenade:
“The waltz is love.”
Ev’ry step you do – leads to something new -- Man, I’m telling you – it’s a lapazoo.
Buck dance, wing dance, will be a back number, but the Charleston, the new Charleston, That dance is surely a comer.
Sometime, you’ll dance to it one time,
MEN: Pic-ture you upon my knee,
Just tea for two and two for tea,
Just me for you and you for me a-lone.
WOMEN: Nobody near
us to see us or hear us, No friends or relations on weekend vacations, We won’t
have it known dear that
we own a telephone, dear.
[Solos -- . . . Soon be livin’ in a brand new state!]
Brand new state. Gonna treat you great!
[Solos -- . . . And
when we say]
Yeow! A-yip-i-o-ee-ay!
[Solo -- . . .
Oklahoma! O. K.]
O – k – lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain Oklahoma! Where the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet, when the wind comes right behind the rain.
O – k – lahoma, ev’ry night my honey lamb and I. Ev’ry night we sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin’ lazy circles in the sky--- Ah --- Yo ho!
And the land we belong to is grand.
Yippy-Yippy-Yippy-Yippy-Yippy-Yippy
Yi
And when we say – yeow! A-yip-i-o-ee-ay-
We’re only sayin’ You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O-K
Okla--homa Okla--homa Okla--homa
Okla--homa Okla--homa Okla--homa
Okla--homa Okla--homa
Oklahoma’s grand –
And when we say – Yeow!
A-yip-i-o-ee-ay! We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklaho-ma,
Oklaho-ma O K L A H O M A
Oklaho – ma! Yeow!
[Solos -- . . . you
are, are mine]
BOYS: You are the promised kiss of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That
trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
GIRLS: You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The
dearest things I know are what you are.
BOYS: Some day my happy arms will hold you - And some-day I’ll know that moment divine, When all
ALL: the things you are, are mine.
[Solo -- . . . I’m a
Yankee Doodle dandy]
He is a Yankee Doodle boy.
[Solo -- . . . born on
the fourth of July.]
He’s got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart.
[Solo: He’s my Yankee
Doodle joy.]
Yankee Doodle went to London just to ride the ponies.
[Solo: I am that
Yankee Doodle]
He is that Yankee Doodle
[Solo: I am a Yankee
Doodle boy.]
We fought in nineteen seventeen, Rum-tatatum-tum-tum! And drove the tyrant from the scene, Rum-tatatum-tum-tum! We hope there’ll be no other war,
But if we are forced into one,
The flag that we’ll be fighting for is the red and white and blue one! We do not favor war alarms, Rum-tatatum-tum-tum! But if we hear the call to arms, Rum-tatatum-tum, Rum-tatatum-tum, Rum-tatatum-tum – tum!
Let the drum roll out! Boom boom boom! Let the trumpet call! Ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta! While the people shout! Hooray! Strike up the band! Hear the cymbal ring--! Calling one and all! Ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta-ta! To the martial swing! Left, right! Strike up the band--! There is work to be done, to be done! There’s a war to be won, to be won! Come you son of a , son of a gun! Take your stand--! Fall in line, yea bo---! Come along, let’s go--! Hey, mister strike up the band--!
Let the drums roll out! Strike up the band. Let the trumpet call! Strike up the band. While the people shout! Hooray! Strike up the band--! Hear the cymbal ring--! Calling one and all--! To the martial swing--! Strike up the band-! Yankee Doo, Doodle-oo, Doodle-oo – We’ll come through Doodle-oo, Doodle-oo, For the red, white and blue, Doodle-oo, Lend a hand--! With our flag unfurled—For a brave new world--! Hey, leader; Hey, maestro; Hey, leader strike up the band!
[just the basic words here]
(WOMEN INTRO) This is just the kind of day that you dream about--, when you open up your mouth a song pops out--.
(ALL) Zip-adee-doo-dah, Zip-adee-ay! My, oh my, what a wonderful day.
Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way,
Zip-adee-doo-dah, Zip-adee-ay.
Mister Bluebird on my shoulder,
It’s the truth, It’s act-ch’ll, Ev’rything is sa-tis-fact-ch’ll.
This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far; to fight for the right without question or pause, to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause! And I know— if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest, that my heart will lie peaceful and calm – when I’m laid to my rest. (Oohs)
Still strove with his last ounce of courage, to reach—the unreachable stars.