paroles de chanson Johanna (Reprise) - Michael Ball , Luke Brady , Lucy May Barker

Anthony: I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window?
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Johanna
Sweeney: Johanna
And are you beautiful and pale with yellow hair like her?
I'd want you beautiful and pale the way I dreamed you were
Johanna/ Anthony: Johanna
Sweeney: And if you're beautiful, what then, with yellow hair like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again my little dove, my sweet
Johanna/ Anthony: I'll steal you Johanna
Sweeney: Good bye Johanna
You're gone and yet, you're mine
I'm fine Johanna
I'm fine/ Anthony: Johanna
Old Woman: Smoke, smoke
Sign of the devil, sign of the devil
City on fire
Witch, witch!
Smell it sir, an evil smell
Every night at the vespas bell
Smoke that comes from the mouth of hell
City on fire
City on fire
Mischief, mischief, mischief!
Sweeney: And if I never hear your voice, my turtle dove, my dear
I still have reason to rejoice, the way ahead is clear
Johanna/ Johanna: I'll marry Anthony Sunday, Anthony Sunday
Sweeney: And in that darkness when I'm blind with what I can't forget/ Anthony: I'll steal you
Sweeney: It's always morning in my mind, my little lamb, my pet/ Anthony: Johanna
Sweeney: Johanna/ Johanna: I knew you'd come for me one day, come for me one day
Sweeney: You'll stay Johanna the way I dreamed you are/ Anthony: Johanna
Sweeney: Oh look Johanna a star/ Anthony: Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Sweeney: A shooting star
Old Woman: There, there
Somebody, somebody look up there
Didn't I tell you? Smell that air
City on fire
Quick, miss, run and tell
One and all the unholy smell
Tell it to the beadle and the police as well
Tell them, tell them, help please
City on fire
City on fire
Mischief, mischief, fiend!
Alms, alms
Sweeney: And though I'll think of you I guess until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less as everyday goes by
Johanna/ Anthony: Johanna/ Johanna: With you beside me on Sunday, married on Sunday
Sweeney: And you'd be beautiful and pale and look too much like her
If only angels could prevail we'd be the way we were
Johanna/ Anthony: I feel you Johanna/ Johanna: Married on Sunday, married on Sunday
Sweeney: Wake up Johanna another bright red day
We learn Johanna to say
Good bye/ Anthony: I'll steal you