.Saturday, April 09, 2005 ' 9:16 PM Y
"The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music."The hills are alive with the sound of musicWith songs they have sung for a thousand years.The hills fill my heart with the sound of musicMy heart wants to sing every song it hears.My heart wants to beat like the wingsOf 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 fallsOver stones on its wayTo 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 musicAnd I'll sing once more. "You Are Sixteen."(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...Totally unprepared are you, to face a world of men.Timid and shy and scared are you, of things beyond your kin.You need someone older and 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...Totally unprepared am I, to face a world of men.Timid and shy and scared am I, of things beyond my kin.I need someone older and wiser telling me what to do.You are seventeen, going on eighteen. I'll depend on you. "My Favorite Things"...bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittensBrown paper packages tied up with strings,These are a few of my favorite things.Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudelsDoorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodlesWild geese that fly with the moon on their wingsThese are a few of my favorite things... When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sadI simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad.
