Stephen Sondheim - Wait | Текст песни

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MRS. LOVETT:
It's not much of a chair, but it'll do. It was me poor Albert's chair. Sit in it all day long he did, after his leg gave out with the gout.

TODD:
Why doesn't the beadle come? "Before the week is out," that's what he said.

MRS. LOVETT:
And who says the week's out yet? It's only Tuesday.

Easy now.
Hush, love, hush.
Don't distress yourself,
What's your rush?
Keep your thoughts
Nice and lush.
Wait.
Hush, love, hush.
Think it through.
Once it bubbles,
Then what's to do?
Watch it close.
Let it brew.
Wait.
I've been thinking, flowers —
Maybe daisies —
To brighten up the room.
Don't you think some flowers,
Pretty daisies,
Might relieve the gloom?
Ah, wait, love, wait.

TODD:
And the JUDGE? When will I get him?

MRS. LOVETT:
Can't you think of nothing else? Always broodin' away on yer wrongs what happened heaven knows how many years ago

Slow, love, slow.
Time's so fast.
Now goes quickly —
See, now it's past!
Soon will come.
Soon will last.
Wait.
Don't you know,
Silly man,
Half the fun is to
Plan the plan?
All good things come to
Those who can
Wait.

Gillyflowers, maybe,
'Stead of daisies . ..
I don't know, though . . .
What do you think?
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