1969 Broadway 1776 the Musical - Yours, Yours, Yours Lyrics
ABIGAIL: I live like a nun in a cloister Solitary, celibate, I hate it
ADAMS: I live like a monk in an abbey Ditto, ditto, I hate it
ABIGAIL: Write to me with sentimental effusion Let me revel in romantic illusion
ADAMS: Do you still smell of vanilla and spring air? And is my favorite lover's pillar still firm and fair?
ABIGAIL: What was there, John, still is there, John Come soon as you can to my cloister I've forgotten the feel of your hand
ADAMS: Madam we shall walk in Cupid's Grove together
BOTH: And we'll fondly survey That promised land
Till then, till then I am as I ever was and ever was And ever shall be Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours
ABIGAIL: Saltpeter, John
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1969 Broadway 1776 the Musical Lyrics
SYNOPSIS Sit Down, John Piddle, Twiddle and Resolve Till Then The Lees of Old Virginia But, Mr. Adams Yours, Yours, Yours He Plays the Violin Cool, Cool, Considerate Men Momma Look Sharp The Egg Molasses to Rum Compliments Is Anybody There?
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