Альбом Bette Midler

Sweetheart, the night is growing old.
Sweetheart, my love is still untold.
A kiss that is never tasted,
forever and ever is wasted.

For all we know we may never meet again.
Before you go, make this moment sweet again.
We won't say good night until the last minute.
I'll hold out my hand and my heart will be in it.

For all we know this may only be a dream.
We come and go like a ripple on a stream.
So love me tonight. Tomorrow's made for some.
Tomorrow may never come, for all we know.

For all we know this may only be a dream.
We come and we go like a ripple on a stream.
So love me tonight. Tomorrow was made for some.
Tomorrow may never come, for all we know

Eddie: "Hey, Sarge . . . Sing him a song, honey. He's earned it! Ha ha!"

I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you,
come rain or come shine.
High as a mountain, deep as a river,
come rain or come shine.

And I guess when you met me
it was just one of those things.
but don't ever bet me,
'cause I'm gonna be true if you let me, let me.

You're always gonna love me like nobody's loved me,
come rain or come shine.
Happy together, unhappy together,
and won't it be fine?

Days may be cloudy or sunny.
We're in or we're out of the money.
But I'm with you always.
I'm with you rain or shine.

Days may be cloudy or sunny.
We're in or we're out of the money.
But I'm with you always.
I'm with you rain or shine.
Rain or shine.

I remember you.
You're the one who made my dreams come true,
a few kisses ago.

I remember you.
You're the one who said, "I love you, too.
I do. Didn't you know?"

I remember, too, a distant bell,
and stars that fell
like rain out of the blue.

When my life is through
and the angels ask me to recall
the thrill of them all,
then I shall tell them I remember you.

Was it in Tahiti? Woah, woah, woah, woah.
Were we on the Nile?
Long, long ago, say, an hour or so,
I recall that I saw your smile.

And I remember, too, a distant bell,
and stars that fell
like rain out of the blue.

When my life is through
and the angels ask me to recall
the thrill of them all,
then I will tell them I remember,
tell them I remember you.

He was too good to me.
How will I get along now?
So close he stood to me.
Everything seems all wrong now.
He would have brought me the sun.
Making me smile, that was his fun.

When I was mean to him
he'd never say, "Go away, now."
I was a queen to him.
Who's gonna light my way now?
It's only natural that I'm blue.
He was too good to be true.

You'd never recognize the room.
The pictures all have different frames now.
And all the chairs are rearranged now.
Somehow, I've thrown out every souvenir.
Yes, there've been changes made
since you stayed here.


You'd never recognize the street.
The neighbor's kids play different games now.
The colors in the trees have changed now.
Strange how I've hardly thought of you this year.
Yes, there've been changes made since you stayed here.

The same address, the more or less.
More happens, less matters, I guess.

You'd never recognize my life.
The party-givers know my name now.
And when I cry it's not the same now.
Somehow, I never waste a single tear.
Yes, there've been changes made
since you stayed here.

You'd never recognize the room.
You'd never recognize . . .

Many men with lofty aims strive for lofty goals.
Others play at smaller games, being simpler souls.
I am of the latter brand. All I want to do
Is to find a spot of land and live there with you.

Someday we'll build a home
On a hilltop high, you and I,
Shiny and new, a cottage that two can fill.
And we'll be pleased to be called
"The folks who live on the hill."

Someday we may be adding
A thing or two, a wing or two.
We will make changes as any family will.
But we will always be called
"The folks who live on the hill."

Our veranda will command a view of meadows green,
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen.
And when the kids grow up and leave us,
We'll sit and look at the same old view, just we two.

Darby and Joan who, used to be Jack and Jill,
The folks like to be called
What they have always been called,
"The folks who live on the hill."

When the bells all ring
And the horns all blow
And the coubles we know
Are fondly kissing
Will I be with you
Or will I be amoung the missing

Maybe it's much too early in the game
Oh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same.
What are you doing New Year's... New Year's eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night?
Welcoming in the New Year... New Year's eve


Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose...
Out of the thousand invitations you'll received ?
But in case I stand one little chance,
Here comes the jackpot question in advance...
What are you doing New Year's... New Year's Eve?

Out of the thousand invitations you'll received ?
Oh, but in case I stand one little chance,
Here comes the jackpot question in advance...
What are you doing New Year's... New Year's Eve?
What are you doing New Year's Eve

He needs me.
He doesn't know it, but he needs me.
And so no matter where he goes,
Though he doesn't care,
He knows that I'm here.

He needs me.
I ought to leave him, but he needs me.
I know that I ain't very bright
Just to tag along,
Oh, but right or wrong
I'm his and I'm here,
And I'm gonna be his friend or his lover.

'Cause my one ambition is
To wake him and make him discover
That he needs me.
I've got to follow where he leads me
Or else he'll never know that I need him
Just as he needs me.

Johnny: "Okay. And once again, here's Bette Midler."

Bette: "Well, you know, when they asked me to come on and . . .
I can't believe it! The last, the last guest. The last fool
Mr. Carson will have to suffer gladly. You are the wind beneath
my wings. Oh, well he is."

Quarter to three. There's no one in the place
except you and me.
So set 'em up, Joe. Got a little story
I think you should know.

We're drinkin', my friend, to the end
of a sweet episode.
Make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.

Got the routine. So drop another nickel
in the machine.
Oh, gee, I'm feelin' so bad. Wish you'd make the music
so dreamy and sad.

You could tell me a lot. But it's not
in a gentleman's code.
Let's make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.

You may not know it,
but buddy you're a kind of poet.
And you've had a lot of things to say.
And when I'm gloomy
you always listen to me,
until it's talked away.

Well, that's how it goes.
And John I know you're getting
anxious to close.
So, thanks for the cheer.
I hope you didn't mind me
bending your ear.

For all of the years,
for the laughs, for the tears,
for the class that you showed,
make it one for my baby
and one more for the road.
That long long road.

Johhny: "Thank you, Bette. Ah."

Why this feeling? Why this glow?
Why the thrill when you say hello?
It's a strange and tender magic you do.
Mister Wonderful, that's you.
Why this trembling when you speak?
Why this joy when you touch my cheek?
I must tell you what my heart knows is true.
Mister Wonderful, that's you.

And why this longing to know your charms?
To spend forever here in your arms?

Oh, there's much more I could say,
But the words keep slipping away,
And I'm left with one point of view.
Mister Wonderful, that's you.

One more thing, then I'm through.
Mister Wonderful,
Mister Wonderful,
Mister Wonderful, I love you!

Drinkin' again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
Having a few.
Wishing that you were here.

Making the rounds.
Buying a round for total strangers.
Just being a fool,
'cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear.

Sure I can borrow a smoke.
I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes,
but who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh
at a broken heart?
Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking.

And I'm drinking again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
And I'm tryin' to get home
with nothing, nothing but a memory.

Yes, I'm dying to get home,
dying to get home.
And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer,
and just my memory.

Why can't I forget like I should?
Heaven knows I would if I could.
But I just can't keep you off my mind.

Though you're gone, I have to explain,
all around me you still remain.
Wonder why fate should be so unkind?

Waking skies at sunrise,
every sunset, too,
seems to be bringing me
memories of you.

Here and there, everywhere,
scenes that we once knew.
And they all just recall
memories of you.

How I wish I could forget
those happy yesteryears
that have left
a rosary of tears.

Your face beams in my dreams
spite of all I do.
Everything seems to bring
memories of you.
Those memories of you.

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Angels on my left and right to keep me safe all through the night.

There's a place way up high,
starry bright there, through the night there.
Close your eyes. Let your wishes fly.
You'll be in Dreamland by and by.

Dimpled and drowsy, off you go,
over the treetops, sliding down a rainbow.
Sleepyhead, curl up in your bed.
And 'til the sun says, Rise and shine,
sleep warm in Dreamland, baby mine.

There's a place worlds away,
time has wings there, green with springs there.
Smiles and songs bloom on every tree.
Only in Dreamland, just wait and see.

Deep down inside us, a child's still there,
wishing for Dreamland, knowing that it's somewhere.
Though it may seem so far away,
if you believe that dreams come true,
you'll find a Dreamland waiting for you.
Mmmmmm.
Go to sleep now, dear.

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line.
The weather's cool. The folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.

Yesterday we had some rain,
but all in all I can't complain.
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I love you.

Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able.
They came around to call.
I burned a hole in the dining room table.
And let me see, I guess that's all.

Nothin' else for me to say,
and so I'll close. Oh, by the way,
everybody's thinkin' of you.
P.S. I love you.

I do my best to obey all your wishes.
I put a sign up. Think
now I got to buy us a new set of dishes,
or wash the ones that have piled in the sink.

Nothing else to tell you, dear.
Except, each day feels like a year.
Every night I'm dreamin' of you.
P.S. I love you.
P.S. I love you.

"I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up in his arms
and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself,
'Is that all there is to a fire?'"

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends,
Then let's keep dancing.
Let's break out the booze
And have a ball
If that's all there is.

"And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to the circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears and a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And as I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle, I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over I said to myself,
'Is that all there is to a circus?'"

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends,
Then let's keep dancing.
Let's break out the booze
And have a ball
If that's all there is.

"Then I fell in love with the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love. Then one day, he went away.
And I thought I'd die, but I didn't.
And when I didn't, I said to myself,
'Is that all there is to love?'"

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends,
Then let's keep dancing.

"I know what you must be saying to yourselves.
'If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?'
Oh, no. Not me. I'm in no hurry for that final disappointment.
For I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath,
I'll be saying to myself..."

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends,
Then let's keep dancing.
Let's break out the booze
And have a ball
If that's all there is.