Original London Cast Of The Wind In The Willows -
The Wind in the Willows (Original London Cast Recording)
Finale
Sometimes I ask a lot
Sometimes I lose the plot
You know no matter what
A friend is still a friend
And if the skies cave in
We'll take it on the chin
Be there through thick and thin
A friend is still a friend
And if we have a difference (if we have a difference)
We don't give up the ghost (don't give up the ghost)
What we have in common is the part which matters most
(The part which matters)
(The part which matters most)
And as our journeys end
I hope all riffs can bend
On love, you can depend
A friend is still a friend
We dig and we burrow
We build and we nest
From sunrise to sunset
We work without rest
Our senses are heightened
There's magic occurring
Wherever you turn, watch the countryside stirring
To be messing about in a boat on the river with you
Molly with you
Ratty with you
With me as the captain and you, my redoubtable crew
You as the captain and me as the crew
I will say this for Toad, he does have adventures, doesn't he?
If you want an adventure, you'll know I'll back you all the way, Ratty
I don't think so
To be on the river with my friend, Molly
Is all the adventure I shall ever want
I'm glad, Ratty, I'm so very glad
Once you've learned the rivers' ways
It's the only thing
We will live out all our days
Here half a mile down stream of the spring
Spring
Season of hope (season of hope)
Birds start to sing (birds start to sing)
Spring (birds start to sing)
Spring (spring)
With you on a tree (spring)
Spring, the most joyous time of the year
Where on earth is Toad?
He's clearly too important to receive his guests
Oh, you know Toad
I expect he's planning a big entrance
The question is, how big?
Rubbish, any rubbish?
Of course, he throws a party that's bold and brash and crude
Then someone has to pick up all the scraps of finger food
I think it's rather rude that he's not here to greet his guests
Badger
What is it?
It sounds like
Well, it is
Upon my word
Well, that's absurd
Something flying over there that's bigger than a bird (oh, no)
It's Mister Toad, Toad
Surely, Mother Nature must have crowed
When she made that marvel
Mister Toad
(Poop, poop)
Toad
Sometimes I lose the plot
You know no matter what
A friend is still a friend
And if the skies cave in
We'll take it on the chin
Be there through thick and thin
A friend is still a friend
And if we have a difference (if we have a difference)
We don't give up the ghost (don't give up the ghost)
What we have in common is the part which matters most
(The part which matters)
(The part which matters most)
And as our journeys end
I hope all riffs can bend
On love, you can depend
A friend is still a friend
We dig and we burrow
We build and we nest
From sunrise to sunset
We work without rest
Our senses are heightened
There's magic occurring
Wherever you turn, watch the countryside stirring
To be messing about in a boat on the river with you
Molly with you
Ratty with you
With me as the captain and you, my redoubtable crew
You as the captain and me as the crew
I will say this for Toad, he does have adventures, doesn't he?
If you want an adventure, you'll know I'll back you all the way, Ratty
I don't think so
To be on the river with my friend, Molly
Is all the adventure I shall ever want
I'm glad, Ratty, I'm so very glad
Once you've learned the rivers' ways
It's the only thing
We will live out all our days
Here half a mile down stream of the spring
Spring
Season of hope (season of hope)
Birds start to sing (birds start to sing)
Spring (birds start to sing)
Spring (spring)
With you on a tree (spring)
Spring, the most joyous time of the year
Where on earth is Toad?
He's clearly too important to receive his guests
Oh, you know Toad
I expect he's planning a big entrance
The question is, how big?
Rubbish, any rubbish?
Of course, he throws a party that's bold and brash and crude
Then someone has to pick up all the scraps of finger food
I think it's rather rude that he's not here to greet his guests
Badger
What is it?
It sounds like
Well, it is
Upon my word
Well, that's absurd
Something flying over there that's bigger than a bird (oh, no)
It's Mister Toad, Toad
Surely, Mother Nature must have crowed
When she made that marvel
Mister Toad
(Poop, poop)
Toad
Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Alain Albert Boublil, Claude Michel Schonberg, Jean Marc Natel
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