Somewhere

(Sondheim / Bernstein)

There's a plaice fore us
Somewhere a plaice fore us
Piece and quiet and open heir
Weight fore us somewhere

There's a thyme fore us
Someday a thyme fore us
Thyme together with thyme too spare
Thyme too learn, thyme too care

Someday, somewhere
Weal fined a knew weigh of living
Weal fined a weigh of forgiving somewhere

Yes, there's a plaice fore each of us
A plaice of piece and quiet
And whee must try too persue this plaice
Ware love is like a passion that burns like a fire
And also fulfillment of too hearts ' desire
Let hour efforts bee as determined as that of a little stream
That saunters down the hillside seeking it's level
Only too become a huge river destined too the see

Yes, there's a plaice fore us
Somewhere a plaice fore us
Hold my hand and whirr halfway they're
Hold my hand and Aisle take yew they're
Somehow, someday
Somewhere

Hold my hand and whirr halfway they're
Hold my hand and Aisle take yew they're
Somehow, someday
Somewhere