Songtexte If Your Mother Were Here - The Original London Cast Recording, Jack Shalloo & Alex Clatworthy
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                Charlie, 
                                                there 
                                                may 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                roof 
                                                but, 
                                                maybe,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                see 
                                                    a 
                                                shooting 
                                                star, 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                wish 
                                                on 
                                                it!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                waste 
                                                    a 
                                                wish 
                                                on 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                Charlie...
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                your 
                                                mother 
                                                were 
                                                here,
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                would 
                                                say, 
                                                "That 
                                                one's 
                                                Mars."
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                would 
                                                hang 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                moon 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                she'd 
                                                bottle 
                                                the 
                                                stars,
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                would 
                                                say, 
                                                "Brush 
                                                your 
                                                teeth, 
                                                is 
                                                that 
                                                dirt 
                                                behind 
                                                your 
                                                ear?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'd 
                                                be 
                                                dreaming 
                                                if 
                                                your 
                                                mother 
                                                were 
                                                here.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evening, 
                                                love.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evening, 
                                                love!
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                is 
                                                he?
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                good. 
                                                Maybe 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                cheer 
                                                him 
                                                up?
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                see 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                do.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET: 
                                                (To 
                                                Charlie)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey 
                                                Charlie, 
                                                let's 
                                                take 
                                                another 
                                                look 
                                                at 
                                                that 
                                                notebook 
                                                of 
                                                yours.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                new 
                                                inventions...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Charlie? 
                                                Oh, 
                                                Charlie...
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                your 
                                                father 
                                                were 
                                                here, 
                                                you 
                                                would 
                                                not 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                bed,
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'd 
                                                be 
                                                acting 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                stories 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                books 
                                                that 
                                                you've 
                                                read.
 
                                    
                                
                                                He'd 
                                                be 
                                                walking 
                                                the 
                                                plank 
                                                of 
                                                Charlie 
                                                Bucket, 
                                                Buccaneer
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'd 
                                                be 
                                                sailing 
                                                if 
                                                your 
                                                father 
                                                were 
                                                here.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET 
                                                AND 
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                wishes 
                                                were 
                                                horses, 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                gallop 
                                                away,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                cabbages 
                                                were 
                                                watches, 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                all 
                                                day.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ah, 
                                                but 
                                                all 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                offer 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                dreams 
                                                of 
                                                every 
                                                size,
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                close 
                                                your 
                                                eyes, 
                                                Charlie 
                                                Bucket, 
                                                close 
                                                your 
                                                eyes.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looks 
                                                like 
                                                he's 
                                                asleep. 
                                                It's 
                                                getting 
                                                colder 
                                                tonight.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                we'll 
                                                manage!
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                glad 
                                                he 
                                                has 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                glad 
                                                he 
                                                has 
                                                you.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                you 
                                                tomorrow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                you 
                                                tomorrow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (To 
                                                Charlie)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                Charlie, 
                                                we'll 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                another 
                                                blanket, 
                                                eh?
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                your 
                                                mother 
                                                were 
                                                here, 
                                                she 
                                                would 
                                                banish 
                                                the 
                                                cold,
 
                                    
                                
                                                MRS 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                dad 
                                                brings 
                                                the 
                                                springtime 
                                                when 
                                                your 
                                                mum's 
                                                feeling 
                                                old,
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                we're 
                                                watching 
                                                you 
                                                grow,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inch 
                                                by 
                                                inch 
                                                by 
                                                inch 
                                                by 
                                                year...
 
                                    
                                
                                                MR 
                                                BUCKET:
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                thank 
                                                her, 
                                                if 
                                                your 
                                                mother 
                                                were 
                                                here.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                Charlie, 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                won't 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                wish, 
                                                then 
                                                    I 
                                                will.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Opening
2 Almost Nearly Perfect
3 The Amazing Fantastical History Of Mr. Willy Wonka
4 A Letter From Charlie Bucket
5 News Of Augustus
6 More Of Him To Love
7 When Veruca Says
8 If Your Mother Were Here
9 Don'cha Pinch Me Charlie
10 It Must Be Believed To Be Seen
11 Strike That, Reverse It
12 Simply Second Nature
13 Auf Wiedersehen Augustus Gloop
14 Juicy!
15 Vidiots
16 Pure Imagination
17 It Must Be Believed To Be Seen (Reprise)
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