Musical

Okay, last night on Facebook, I posted that I would be singing all my fb posts from now on.
I've watched two musicals this week - gimme a break.
So, in honor of that, I've written the lyrics to a dynamic new duet for a musical as-yet-to-be-named (and as-yet-to-be-written). 

 So, here is "I Want a Woman", by yours truly.
You'll just have to imagine the amazing music, choreographed dancing and walking through streets, etc.
Part One is sung as a solo. Part Two is sung later as a solo, then much later in the musical, the parts are sung virtually simultaneously as the characters finally meet.

 [Part One - Tenor/Baritone]
I want a woman
With long flowing hair
Who’s had a life of trials
But yet does not despair
She tackles every challenge
With chin and heart held high
She carries on despite them
With barely more than sighs

I want a woman
With beautiful eyes
Who sees me as I really am
Even all that I despise
And she wants to hold me closer
Not make me another man
But help me through my own life
The best that we can

I want a woman (a woman!)
Who listens when I call
Never too tired to answer
Not frustrated at all
Who asks me how my day was
And cares what I reply
And shares what she is feeling
Sitting at my side

I want a woman (a woman!)
The best there is today
Free to come and free to go
Who stays with me anyway

I want this woman
Oh, where can she be found?
I’d search the highest mountain
Pore o’er the lowest ground

I want a woman
I want this woman
My heart’s desire is true
The woman that I want is … uh, um …
The woman that I want is …
Could the woman that I want …
Be …
You?

[PART TWO - Alto/Soprano]

I want a husband
Who still has some hair
Who’s lived a life of trials
Yet still has love to share
He tackles every challenge
With heart and chin held high
He carries on despite them
Because he is so wise

I want a husband
With beautiful eyes
Who sees me as I want to be
And for who I am inside
And he wants to hold me closer
Not make me someone else
But help me through my own life
In sickness and in health

I want a husband (a husband!)
Who listens when I speak
Never interrupting
On the edge of his seat
Who asks me how my day was
And cares what I say off-hand
Then shares what he is feeling
As he takes and holds my hand

I want a husband (a husband!)
The best there is today
Free to come and free to go
Who stays with me anyway

I want this husband
Oh, where can he be found?
I’d climb the highest mountain
Trudge o’er the lowest ground

I want a husband
I want this husband
My heart’s desire is true
The husband that I want is … oh, ah …
The husband that I want is …
Could the husband that I want …
Be …
You?


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