Текст песни Where Is It Written? - Barbra Streisand, Jim Boyer & Tom Vicari
                                                God, 
                                                our 
                                                merciful 
                                                father
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                wrapped 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                robe 
                                                of 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clothed 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                glory
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                spreads 
                                                its 
                                                wings 
                                                over 
                                                my 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                May 
                                                    I 
                                                be 
                                                worthy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Amen
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                not 
                                                    a 
                                                morning 
                                                    I 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                questions
 
                                    
                                
                                                Running 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                the 
                                                reason
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                logic 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                God 
                                                design
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                reason 
                                                why, 
                                                    a 
                                                bird 
                                                was 
                                                given 
                                                wings
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                fly, 
                                                and 
                                                praise 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                every 
                                                song 
                                                it 
                                                sings
 
                                    
                                
                                                What's 
                                                right 
                                                or 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                    I 
                                                belong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Within 
                                                the 
                                                scheme 
                                                of 
                                                things
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                why 
                                                have 
                                                eyes 
                                                that 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                arms 
                                                that 
                                                reach
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unless 
                                                you're 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                there's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                hunger 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                meaning 
                                                of 
                                                it 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                soul 
                                                is 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                have 
                                                the 
                                                wings 
                                                unless 
                                                you're 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                please 
                                                why 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                question 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                where
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                written 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                I'm 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                dare 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                the 
                                                chance 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pick 
                                                the 
                                                fruit 
                                                of 
                                                every 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                have 
                                                my 
                                                share 
                                                of 
                                                every 
                                                sweet 
                                                imagined 
                                                possibility
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                where, 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                where
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                were 
                                                only 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                tend 
                                                the 
                                                nest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                why 
                                                does 
                                                my 
                                                imagination 
                                                sail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Across 
                                                the 
                                                mountains 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                seas
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beyond 
                                                the 
                                                make-believe 
                                                of 
                                                any 
                                                fairy 
                                                tale
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                have 
                                                the 
                                                thirst 
                                                if 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                drink 
                                                the 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                waste 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                taste
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                can't 
                                                be 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                where
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                written 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                I'm 
                                                meant 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                dare 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                meanings
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                mornings 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                have 
                                                my 
                                                share 
                                                of 
                                                every 
                                                sweet 
                                                imagined 
                                                possibility
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                where, 
                                                where 
                                                is 
                                                it 
                                                written, 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                where
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                if 
                                                it's 
                                                written 
                                                anywhere
 
                                    
                                
                                                End
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Will Someone Ever Look At Me That Way
2 Papa Can You Hear Me?
3 The Way He Makes Me Feel - Studio Version
4 A Piece Of Sky
5 The Way He Makes Me Feel
6 Where Is It Written?
7 This Is One Of Those Moments
8 No Wonder
9 No Wonder (Part Two)
10 Tomorrow Night
11 No Matter What Happens
12 No Wonder - Reprise
13 No Matter What Happens - Studio Version
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