Charles Ives - Memories
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(Very Pleasant)
We're sitting in the opera house;
We're waiting for the curtain to arise
With wonders for our eyes;
We're feeling pretty gay
And well we may
"O, Jimmy, look!" I say
"The band is tuning up
And soon will start to play."
We whistle and we hum
Beat time with the drum
We're sitting in the opera house;
We're waiting for the curtain to arise
With wonders for our eyes
A feeling of expectancy
A certain kind of ecstasy
Expectancy and ecstasy... Sh's's's
(Rather Sad)
From the street a strain on my ear doth fall
A tune as threadbare as that "old red shawl,"
It is tattered, it is torn
It shows signs of being worn
It's the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn
'Twas a common little thing and kind 'a sweet
But 'twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet;
I can see him shuffling down
To the barn or to the town
A humming
We're sitting in the opera house;
We're waiting for the curtain to arise
With wonders for our eyes;
We're feeling pretty gay
And well we may
"O, Jimmy, look!" I say
"The band is tuning up
And soon will start to play."
We whistle and we hum
Beat time with the drum
We're sitting in the opera house;
We're waiting for the curtain to arise
With wonders for our eyes
A feeling of expectancy
A certain kind of ecstasy
Expectancy and ecstasy... Sh's's's
(Rather Sad)
From the street a strain on my ear doth fall
A tune as threadbare as that "old red shawl,"
It is tattered, it is torn
It shows signs of being worn
It's the tune my Uncle hummed from early morn
'Twas a common little thing and kind 'a sweet
But 'twas sad and seemed to slow up both his feet;
I can see him shuffling down
To the barn or to the town
A humming
