Lyrics In Many Rooms in The House At Pau (Live) - Ann Crumb feat. Michael Ball

This is what I ought to feel on stage
Soaring up like snow-capped mountains
I feel your beauty and your rage
I could be those tumbling forests
I could play those jagged hillsides
Star of mountain, star of valley

Will Madame care for breakfast?
Will croissant and fresh coffee do?
Wonderful view

Whenever we see those mountains
We will think of me and you
George insists on magnificent views

I think I should like your uncle

Alec, she's beautiful. Who is she?

My Aunt Delia. She was an actress too

Delia. Was she famous?

Yes, but she died very young. That's why my uncle doesn't
Come down here very often. There'd be too many memories

Haven't I seen that somewhere before?

Not the one you're thinking of. That's in the Louvre
George did that one. Some people call it fraud
But he prefers to think of it as a tribute

En garde!

Fifteen low

Promise me today will never, never end

Caviar, anchovies, peaches and brandy. We can have a banquet tonight

When he does get down here, George
Doesn't believe in having to rough it

I could get to like it here
Let's not ever think of leaving

Look at this. Pierrot, Carmen. For the ballroom or the bedroom?

Méramée, L'Occasion. I know this, it's a wonderful play

Really?

Let's do it

But I don't know anything about theatre

I'll teach you. We'll do it tonight

This one is gorgeous

It was her favorite dress

He must have loved her so much

Pink, rose leaves

I can just see her

As they whirled

I feel I know her