Johanna

Part. 1ANTHONYI feel you, Johanna, I feel you I was half-convinced I'd wakened Satisfied enough to dream you Happily I was mistaken, JohannaI'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your windowI am in the dark beside youBuried sweetly in your yellow hairI feel you, Johanna, and one day I'll steal you Till I'm with you then, I'm with you thereSweetly buried in your yellow hairPart. 2ANTHONYI feel you, Johanna, I feel you Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your windowI am in the dark beside you Buried sweetly in your yellow hair, Johanna SWEENEY TODDAnd are you beautiful and paleWith yellow hair like her? I'd want you beautiful and paleThe way I've dreamed you were, JohannaANTHONYJohannaSWEENEY TODDAnd if you're beautiful, what's thenWith yellow hair, like wheat I think we shall not meet again My little dove, my sweet JohannaANTHONYI'll steal you, Johanna SWEENEY TODDGoodbye, Johanna, you're gone and yet you're mine I'm fine, Johanna, I'm fine ANTHONYJohanna LUCYSmoke, smoke, sign of the DevilSign of the Devil, city on fireWitch, a witch, smell that, Sir, an evil smellEvery night at the Vesper's BellSmoke that comes from the mouth of HellCity on fire, city on fireMischief, mischief, mischiefSWEENEY TODDAnd if I never hear your voice My turtledove, my dear I still have reason to rejoice The way ahead is clear, JohannaANTHONYI feel you, Johanna SWEENEY TODDAnd in the darkness, when I'm blind With what I can't forget It's always morning in my mind My little lamb, my pet Johanna, you stay, JohannaANTHONYJohannaSWEENEY TODDThe way I've dreamed you are Oh look, Johanna, a starANTHONYBuried sweetly in your yellow hair SWEENEY TODDA shooting starLUCYThere! There! Somebody, somebody, look up there!Didn't I tell you? Smell that air! City on fire!Quick! Sir! Run and tell! More and more like a witch's spell!There it is! There it is! The unholy smell!Tell it to the Beadle and police, as well!Tell 'em! Tell 'em! Help! Please!City on fire! City on fire! Mischief! Mischief! SWEENEY TODDAnd 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, JohannaANTHONYJohannaSWEENEY TODDAnd you'd be beautiful and pale And look too much like her If only angels could prevail We'd be the way we were, JohannaANTHONYI feel you, JohannaSWEENEY TODDWake up, Johanna, another bright red dayWe learn, Johanna to say goodbyeANTHONYI'll steal you