Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim
Music: Stephen Sondheim
(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)
And are you beautiful and pale
With yellow hair, like her?
I'd want you beautiful and pale
The way I've dreamed you were
Johanna (Johanna)
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 (I'll steal you, Johanna)
Goodbye, Johanna
You're gone, and yet you're mine
I'm fine, Johanna
I'm fine (Johanna)
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 vespers bell
Smoke that comes from the mouth of Hell
City on fire!
City on fire!
Mischief! Mischief!
Mischief
And if I never hear your voice
My turtledove, my dear
I still have reason to rejoice
The way ahead is clear
Johanna (Johanna: I'll marry Anthony Sunday)
(Johanna: Anthony Sunday)
(I feel you) And in that darkness when I'm blind
With what I can't forget
(Johanna) It's always morning in my mind
My little lamb, my pet
Johanna (Johanna: I knew you'd come for me one day)
(Johanna: Come for me one day)
You stay, Johanna (Johanna )
The way I've dreamed you are
Oh, look, Johanna
A star (Buried sweetly in your yellow hair)
A shooting star
There! There!
Somebody, somebody look up there!
Didn't I tell you? Smell that air!
City on fire!
Quick, sir! Run and tell!
Warn 'em all of the witch's spell!
There it is, there it is, the unholy spell!
Tell it to the Beadle and the police as well!
Tell 'em! Tell 'em!
Help! Fiend!
City on fire!
City on fire!
Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!
Fiend!
Alms, alms
And though I'll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less
As every day goes by
Johanna (Johanna)
(Johanna: With you beside me on Sunday)
(Johanna: Married on Sunday) 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 (I feel you) (Johanna: Married on Sunday)
(Johanna) (Johanna: Married on Sunday)
Wake up, Johanna
Another bright red day
We learn, Johanna
To say...
Goodbye (I'll steal you)