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[JANE, spoken] Tommy, why didn't you write me? [TOMMY, spoken] Nothing to say, I guess [JANE, spoken] But why didn't you wire me you were coming in? After all, darling, I did think the minute you'd get into town you'd call me Or come to me [FIONA] Come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day Darlin', my darlin', 'tis all I can say Just come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day Give me your lips and don't take them away [JANE, spoken] You've certainly been anti-social since you've returned from Scotland If you really want to avoid everybody Why don't we take Mr. Jackson's house? It's far away, and right on top of a high, beautiful hill [FIONA] —Through the heather on the hill But when the mist is in the gloamin' And all the clouds are holdin' still If ye're not there, I won't go roamin' Through the heather on the hill The heather on the— [TOMMY, spoken] No, Jane, no [JANE, spoken] No, what? [TOMMY, spoken] I can't go through with it There's not going to be a wedding, Jane I'm sorry, something strange happened a few months ago I can't explain it But now, I don't fit here any more [JANE, spoken] I think you've gone clean out of your mind But I refuse to sit here and argue with you in this bar And if you think anyone else is going to put up with your nonsense You're stark, raving mad So think that over, Mr. Albright, when you're all alone! [FIONA, spoken] I think real loneliness is not bein' in love in vain, but not bein' in love at all [TOMMY, spoken] You understood, Fiona—I didn't [FIONA] You walking through the heather When we were there together That's all I'll see From this day on [TOMMY] These hurried hours were all the life we could share Still I will go with not a tear, just a prayer That— [FIONA & TOMMY] Through (When) [FIONA] All the years to come And through all the tears to come [FIONA & TOMMY] I know I'll be yours From this day on [TOMMY, spoken, TOWNSFOLK] Hello, room seven thirty-two, please Jeff I wanna go back to Scotland I said, I wanna go back to Scotland Never mind what for Do you wanna come with me? (Come ye) Well, get plane reservations right away (From the hills) I know it isn't there (Come ye) But I wanna see where it was (From the mills) Who cares if it doesn't make sense? (Hear ye everywhere) I wanna go! I wanna go, do you hear? (Don't ye ken) I wanna go! (There's a fair) Down on MacConnachy Square?
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Credits
- Writers
- Alan Jay Lerner
- Frederick Loewe