Act 2: When Did I Fall In Love
There he goes, my congressman!
Starting his day hurrying right to a fight!
There he goes, Sir Galahad,
Galloping off, riding his white Willie's knight.
Out of the house ten seconds and I miss him.
I miss him more with each goodbye.
Out of the house ten seconds and I miss him
and no one's more astonished than I.
I never once pretended that I loved him.
When did it start, this change of heart?
When did I fall in love?
What night? Which day?
When did I first begin to feel this way?
How could the moment pass,
unfelt, ignored?
Where was the blinding flash?
Where was the crashing chord?
When did I fall in love?
I can't recall. Not that it matters at all.
It doesn't matter when, or why, or how,
as long as I love him now!
When did respect first become affection?
When did affection suddenly soar?
What a strange and beautiful touch,
that I love him so much,
when I didn't before.
When did I fall in love?
Which night? Which day?
When did I first begin to feel this way?
How could the moment pass,
unfelt, ignored?
Where was the blinding flash?
Where was the crashing chord?
When did I fall in love?
I can't recall. Not that it matters at all.
I'm where I want to be, his love, his wife,
until the end of my life!
Starting his day hurrying right to a fight!
There he goes, Sir Galahad,
Galloping off, riding his white Willie's knight.
Out of the house ten seconds and I miss him.
I miss him more with each goodbye.
Out of the house ten seconds and I miss him
and no one's more astonished than I.
I never once pretended that I loved him.
When did it start, this change of heart?
When did I fall in love?
What night? Which day?
When did I first begin to feel this way?
How could the moment pass,
unfelt, ignored?
Where was the blinding flash?
Where was the crashing chord?
When did I fall in love?
I can't recall. Not that it matters at all.
It doesn't matter when, or why, or how,
as long as I love him now!
When did respect first become affection?
When did affection suddenly soar?
What a strange and beautiful touch,
that I love him so much,
when I didn't before.
When did I fall in love?
Which night? Which day?
When did I first begin to feel this way?
How could the moment pass,
unfelt, ignored?
Where was the blinding flash?
Where was the crashing chord?
When did I fall in love?
I can't recall. Not that it matters at all.
I'm where I want to be, his love, his wife,
until the end of my life!
Credits
Writer(s): Sheldon Harnick, Lewis Bock Jerrold
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