Wouldn't It Be Loverly?
Wouldn't It Be Loverly?
I have read George Bernard Shaw’s play Pygmalion and have equally enjoyed its popular musical adaptation My Fair Lady. I enjoy singing all of the songs with my brothers and sisters, but this song, sung by Eliza Dolittle while she is still a flower-girl in the streets of London, is probably one of my favorite numbers. Ah, the simple pleasures...
All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair—
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Lots of choc’lates for me to eat,
Lots of coal makin’ lots of ‘eat.
Warm face, warm ‘ands, warm feet—
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Aow so loverly, sittin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still.
I would never budge till spring
Crept over me windowsill.
Someone’s ‘ead restin’ on my knee,
Warm an’ tender as ‘e can be,
‘ho takes good care of me—
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly.
For more of My Fair Lady, visit my previous post Oh, Why Can’t the English?
Lyrics: “Loverly” from “My Fair Lady” (lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner), a Broadway musical adaptation of George Bernard Shaw’s play “Pygmalion,”
Photograph: Eliza. © Warner.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008