The Sound of Music

                            The hills are alive with the sound of music
                            With songs they have sung for a thousand years
                            The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
                            My heart wants to sing every song it hears

                            My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
                               that rise from the lake to the trees
                            My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
                               from a church on a breeze
                            To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
                               stones on its way
                            To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray

                            I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
                            I know I will hear what I've heard before
                            My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
                            And I'll sing once more

                            - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                    Maria

                            She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
                            Her dress has got a tear
                            She waltzes on her way to Mass
                            And whistles on the stair
                            And underneath her wimple
                            She has curlers in her hair
                            I even heard her singing in the abbey

                            She's always late for chapel
                            But her penitence is real
                            She's always late for everything
                            Except for every meal
                            I hate to have to say it
                            But I very firmly feel
                            Maria's not an asset to the abbey

                            I'd like to say a word in her behalf
                            Maria makes me laugh

                            How do you solve a problem like Maria?
                            How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
                            How do you find a word that means Maria?
                            A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

                            Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
                            Many a thing she ought to understand
                            But how do you make her stay
                            And listen to all you say
                            How do you keep a wave upon the sand

                            Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
                            How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

                            When I'm with her I'm confused
                            Out of focus and bemused
                            And I never know exactly where I am
                            Unpredictable as weather
                            She's as flighty as a feather
                            She's a darling! She's a demon! She's a lamb!

                            She'd outpester any pest
                            Drive a hornet from its nest
                            She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
                            She is gentle! She is wild!
                            She's a riddle! She's a child!
                            She's a headache! She's an angel!
                            She's a girl!

                            How do you solve a problem like Maria?
                            How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
                            How do you find a word that means Maria?
                            A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

                            Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
                            Many a thing she ought to understand
                            But how do you make her stay
                            And listen to all you say
                            How do you keep a wave upon the sand

                            Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
                            How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

                            - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                    I Have Confidence

                            What will this day be like? I wonder.
                            What will my future be? I wonder.
                            It could be so exciting to be out in the world, to be free
                            My heart should be wildly rejoicing
                            Oh, what's the matter with me?

                            I've always longed for adventure
                            To do the things I've never dared
                            And here I'm facing adventure
                            Then why am I so scared

                            A captain with seven children
                            What's so fearsome about that?

                            Oh, I must stop these doubts, all these worries
                            If I don't I just know I'll turn back
                            I must dream of the things I am seeking
                            I am seeking the courage I lack

                            The courage to serve them with reliance
                            Face my mistakes without defiance
                            Show them I'm worthy
                            And while I show them
                            I'll show me

                            So, let them bring on all their problems
                            I'll do better than my best
                            I have confidence they'll put me to the test
                            But I'll make them see I have confidence in me

                            Somehow I will impress them
                            I will be firm but kind
                            And all those children (Heaven bless them!)
                            They will look up to me

                            And mind me with each step I am more certain
                            Everything will turn out fine
                            I have confidence the world can all be mine
                            They'll have to agree I have confidence in me

                            I have confidence in sunshine
                            I have confidence in rain
                            I have confidence that spring will come again
                            Besides which you see I have confidence in me

                            Strength doesn't lie in numbers
                            Strength doesn't lie in wealth
                            Strength lies in nights of peaceful slumbers
                            When you wake up -- Wake Up!

                            It tells me all I trust I lead my heart to
                            All I trust becomes my own
                            I have confidence in confidence alone
                            (Oh help!)

                            I have confidence in confidence alone
                            Besides which you see I have confidence in me!

                            - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                Sixteen Going on Seventeen

                               Rolf:
                            You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
                            For fate to turn the light on
                            Your life, little girl, is an empty page
                            That men will want to write on
                               Liesl:
                            To write on

                               Rolf:
                            You are sixteen going on seventeen
                            Baby, it's time to think
                            Better beware, be canny and careful
                            Baby, you're on the brink

                            You are sixteen going on seventeen
                            Fellows will fall in line
                            Eager young lads and rogues and cads
                            Will offer you food and wine

                            Totally unprepared are you
                            To face a world of men
                            Timid and shy and scared are you
                            Of things beyond your ken

                            You need someone older an wiser
                            Telling you what to do
                            I am seventeen going on eighteen
                            I'll take care of you

                               Liesl:
                            I am sixteen going on seventeen
                            I know that I'm naive
                            Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
                            And willingly I believe

                            I am sixteen going on seventeen
                            Innocent as a rose
                            Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
                            What do I know of those

                            Totally unprepared am I
                            To face a world of men
                            Timid and shy and scared am I
                            Of things beyond my ken

                            I need someone older and wiser
                            Telling me what to do
                            You are seventeen going on eighteen
                            I'll depend on you

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                            Sixteen Going on Seventeen

                               Maria:
                            You are sixteen going on seventeen
                            Waiting for life to start
                            Somebody kind who touches your mind
                            Will suddenly touch your heart

                               Liesl:
                            When that happens, after it happens
                            Nothing is quite the same
                            Somehow I know I'll jump up and go
                            If ever he calls my name

                               Maria:
                            Gone are your old ideas of life
                            The old ideas grow dim
                            Lo and behold you're someone's wife
                            And you belong to him

                            You may think this kind of adventure
                            Never may come to you
                            Darling sixteen going on seventeen
                            Wait a year . . .
                               Liesl:
                            I'll wait a year . . .
                               Maria:
                            Just wait a year . . .
                               Maria and Liesl:
                            Or two

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                    My Favorite Things

                            Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
                            Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
                            Brown paper packages tied up with strings
                            These are a few of my favorite things

                            Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
                            Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
                            Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
                            These are a few of my favorite things

                            Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
                            Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
                            Silver white winters that melt into springs
                            These are a few of my favorite things

                            When the dog bites
                            When the bee stings
                            When I'm feeling sad
                            I simply remember my favorite things
                            And then I don't feel so bad

                            (Repeat all verses)

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                    Do-Re-Mi

                            Let's start at the very beginning
                            A very good place to start
                            When you read you begin with A-B-C
                            When you sing you begin with do-re-mi

                            Do-re-mi, do-re-mi
                            The first three notes just happen to be
                            Do-re-mi, do-re-mi

                               Maria:
                            Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti
                            spoken Let's see if I can make it easy

                            Doe, a deer, a female deer
                            Ray, a drop of golden sun
                            Me, a name I call myself
                            Far, a long, long way to run
                            Sew, a needle pulling thread
                            La, a note to follow Sew
                            Tea, a drink with jam and bread
                            That will bring us back to Do (oh-oh-oh)

                               Maria and Children:
                            (Repeat above verse twice)

                               Maria:
                            Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do
                            So-do!

                               Maria:
                            spoken Now children, do-re-mi-fa-so and so on are only the
                            tools we use to build a song. Once you have these notes in
                            your heads, you can sing a million different tunes by mixing
                            them up. Like this.

                            So Do La Fa Mi Do Re
                            spoken Can you do that?
                               Children:
                            So Do La Fa Mi Do Re
                               Maria:
                            So Do La Ti Do Re Do
                               Children:
                            So Do La Ti Do Re Do
                               Maria:
                            spoken Now, put it all together.

                               Maria and Children:
                            So Do La Fa Mi Do Re, So Do La Ti Do Re Do
                               Maria:
                            spoken Good!
                               Brigitta:
                            spoken But it doesn't mean anything.
                               Maria:
                            spoken So we put in words. One word for every note. Like
                            this.

                            When you know the notes to sing
                            You can sing most anything
                            spoken Together!

                               Maria and Children:
                            When you know the notes to sing
                            You can sing most anything

                            Doe, a deer, a female deer
                            Ray, a drop of golden sun
                            Me, a name I call myself
                            Far, a long, long way to run
                            Sew, a needle pulling thread
                            La, a note to follow Sew
                            Tea, a drink with jam and bread
                            That will bring us back to Do

                            Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
                            Do Ti La So Fa Mi Re

                               Children:
                            Do Mi Mi
                            Mi So So
                            Re Fa Fa
                            La Ti Ti
                            (Repeat above verse 4x as Maria sings)

                               Maria:
                            When you know the notes to sing
                            You can sing most anything

                               Maria and Children:
                            Doe, a deer, a female deer
                            Ray, a drop of golden sun
                            Me, a name I call myself
                            Far, a long, long way to run
                            Sew, a needle pulling thread
                            La, a note to follow Sew
                            Tea, a drink with jam and bread
                            That will bring us back to

                               Maria:
                                                  Children:
                            Do . . .
                                               So Do
                            Re . . .
                                               La Fa
                            Mi . . .
                                               Mi Do
                            Fa . . .
                                               Re
                            So . . .
                                               So Do
                            La . . .
                                               La Fa
                            Ti . . .
                                               La So Fa Mi Re
                            Ti Do - oh - oh
                                               Ti Do -- So Do

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                The Lonely Goatherd

                               Maria:
                            High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
                            Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                            Folks in a town that was quite remote heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
                            Lusty and clear from the goatherd's throat heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                               the Children:
                            O ho lay dee odl lee o, o ho lay dee odl ay
                            O ho lay dee odl lee o, lay dee odl lee o lay

                               Maria:
                            A prince on the bridge of a castle moat heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
                               Kurt:
                            Men on a road with a load to tote heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                               the Children:
                            Men in the midst of a table d'hote heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
                               Maria:
                            Men drinking beer with the foam afloat heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                            One little girl in a pale pink coat heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
                               Brigitta:
                            She yodeled back to the lonely goatherd
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                               Maria:
                            Soon her Mama with a gleaming gloat heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
                            What a duet for a girl and goatherd
                               Maria and the Children:
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                               Maria and the Children:
                            Ummm (ummm) . . .
                            Odl lay ee (odl lay ee)
                            Odl lay hee hee (odl lay hee hee)
                            Odl lay ee . . .
                            . . . yodeling . . .

                               Child:
                            One little girl in a pale pink coat heard
                               Maria:
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hoo hoo
                               Child:
                            She yodeled back to the lonely goatherd
                               Maria:
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                               Maria:
                            Soon her Mama with a gleaming gloat heard
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hmm hmm
                            What a duet for a girl and goatherd
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                               Maria and the Children:
                            Happy are they lay dee olay dee lee o . . .
                            . . . yodeling . . .
                            Soon the duet will become a trio
                               Maria:
                            Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo

                               Maria and the Children:
                            Odl lay ee, old lay ee
                            Odl lay hee hee, odl lay ee
                            Odl lay odl lay, odl lay odl lee, odl lay odl lee
                            Odl lay odl lay odl lay

                               the Children:
                            HOO!

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                    So Long, Farewell

                               Children:
                            There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
                            And the bells in the steeple too
                            And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
                            Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
                               Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:
                            Cuckoo, cuckoo

                               Children:
                                                      Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:
                            Regretfully they tell us
                                                   Cuckoo, cuckoo
                            But firmly they compel us
                                                   Cuckoo, cuckoo
                            To say goodbye . . .

                               Marta, Gretl, Brigitta:
                            Cuckoo!
                               Children:
                            . . . to you

                               Children:
                            So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
                               Marta:
                            I hate to go and leave this pretty sight

                               Children:
                            So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
                               Friedrich:
                            Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu

                               Children:
                            So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
                               Liesl:
                            I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne

                               Children:
                            So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
                               Kurt:
                            I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
                               Brigitta:
                            I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
                               Louisa:
                            I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
                               Gretl:
                            The sun has gone to bed and so must I

                               Children:
                            So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
                            Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

                               Guests:
                            Goodbye!

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                Climb Ev'ry Mountain

                            Climb ev'ry mountain
                            Search high and low
                            Follow ev'ry by-way
                            Every path you know

                            Climb ev'ry mountain
                            Ford ev'ry stream
                            Follow ev'ry rainbow
                            'Till you find your dream

                            A dream that will need
                            All the love you can give
                            Everyday of your life
                            For as long as you live

                            Climb ev'ry mountain
                            Ford ev'ry stream
                            Follow ev'ry rainbow
                            'Till you find your dream

                            A dream that will need
                            All the love you can give
                            Everyday of your life
                            For as long as you live

                            Climb ev'ry mountain
                            Ford ev'ry stream
                            Follow ev'ry rainbow
                            'Till you find your dream

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                Something Good

                               Maria:
                            Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
                            Perhaps I had a miserable youth
                            But somwhere in my wicked, miserable past
                            There must have been a moment of truth

                            For here you are, standing there, loving me
                            Whether or not you should
                            So somewhere in my youth or childhood
                            I must have done something good

                            Nothing comes from nothing
                            Nothing ever could
                            So somewhere in my youth or childhood
                            I must have done something good

                               Captain:
                            For here you are, standing there, loving me
                            Whether or not you should

                               Maria:
                            So somewhere in my youth or childhood
                            I must have done something good

                               Maria and the Captain:
                            Nothing comes from nothing
                            Nothing ever could

                               Maria:
                            So somewhere in my youth
                               Captain:
                            Or childhood
                               Maria:
                            I must have done something . . .
                               Maria and the Captain:
                            Something good

                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                    Edelweiss

                            Edelweiss, Edelweiss
                            Every morning you greet me
                            Small and white, clean and bright
                            You look happy to meet me

                            Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
                            Bloom and grow forever

                            Edelweiss, Edelweiss
                            Bless my homeland forever

                            - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -