Cinderella 1957 - Music from the TV musical starring Julie Andrews

Cinderella Original TV Broadcast Soundtrack CD
(re-released in 1999)
Track Listing
1 - Overture (Orchestra)
2 - In My Own Little Corner (Julie Andrews) Listen
3 - The Prince Is Giving A Ball (Robert Penn and Townspeople)
4 - Royal Dressing Room Scene (Dorothy Stickney, Howard Lindsay, Iggie Wolfington and George Hall)
5 - In My Own Little Corner II (Julie Andrews) Listen
6 - Impossible/It's Possible (Julie Andrews, Edith Adams) Listen
7 - Gavotte (Orchestra) Listen
8 - Ten Minutes Ago (Julie Andrews, Jon Cypher) Listen
9 - Stepsister's Lament (Alice Ghostley, Kaye Ballard) Listen
10 - Waltz For A Ball (Orchestra Ensemble)
11 - Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful (Julie Andrews, Jon Cypher) Listen
12 - When You're Driving Through The Moonlight (Julie Andrews, Kaye Ballard, Alice Ghostley, Ilka Chase)
13 - A Lovely Night (Julie Andrews, Kaye Ballard, Alice Ghostley) Listen
14 - The Search (Orchestra)
15 - The Wedding (Orchestra Ensemble)

Bonus Tracks:
16 - Mother and Daughter March
17 - In My Own Little Corner (Julie Andrews)
18 - Waltz For A Ball
19 - A lovely Night (Julie Andrews)

When You're Driving Through the Moonlight

(Julie:)
When you're driving through the moonlight on the highway
When you're driving through the moonlight to the dance,
You are breathless with a wild anticipation
Of adventure and excitement and romance.
Then at last you see the towers of the palace
Silhouetted on the sky above the park,
And below them is a row of lighted windows
Like a lovely diamond necklace in the dark.

(Alice:)
It looks that way,
The way you say,
(Ilka:)
She talks as if she knows.

(Julie:)
I do not know these things are so,
I only just suppose.

I suppose that when you come into the ballroom,
And the room itself is floating in the air.
If you're suddenly confronted by His Highness,
You are frozen like a statue on the stair.
You're afraid he'll hear the way your heart is beating,
And you know you mustn't make the first advance.
You are seriously thinking of retreating
Then you seem to hear him asking you to dance.

You make a bow, A timid bow,
And shyly answer, "Yes."

(Ilka:)
How would you know that this is so?
(Julie:)
I do no more than guess.

(Kaye, Alice:)
You can guess till you're blue in the face,
But you can't even picture such a man!
He is more than a prince,
He's an ace!

(Julie:)
But, Sisters, I really think I can!
(Kaye:)
Can what?
(Julie:)
I think I can picture such a man.
(Kaye, Alice:)
He is tall.....
(Julie:)
And straight as a lance,
(Kaye, Alice:)
And his hair.......
(Julie:)
Is dark and wavy,
(Kaye, Alice:)
His eyes.........
(Julie:)
Can melt you with a glance
(Kaye, Alice:)
He can turn a girl to gravy.

A Lovely Night

A lovely night,
A lovely night,
A finer night you know you'll never see.
You meet your prince,
A charming prince,
As charming as a prince will ever be.
The stars in a hazy heaven
Tremble above you
While he is whispering
"Darling, I love you."
You say good-bye,
Away you fly,
But on your lips you keep a kiss,
All your life you'll dream of this
Lovely, lovely night!

Ten Minutes Ago

(Jon:)
Ten minutes ago I saw you,
I looked up when you came Through the door.
My head started reeling,
You gave me the feeling
The room had no ceiling
Or floor.
Ten minutes ago,
I met you
And we murmured our 'How-do-you-do's',
I wanted to ring out the bells,
And fling out my arms,
And to sing out the news.
I have found her,
She's an angel
With the dust of the stars in her eyes.
We are dancing,
We are flying,
And she's taking me back to the skies.
In the arms of my love
I'm flying
Over mountain and meadow and glen
And I like it so well
That for all I can tell
I may never come down again
I may never come down to earth again

(Julie:)
Ten minutes ago, I met you
And we murmured our 'How-do-you-do's',
I wanted to ring out the bells,
And fling out my arms,
And to sing out the news.
(Jon:)
I have found her,
She's an angel
With the dust of the stars in her eyes.
(Julie:)
We are dancing,
We are flying,
And he's taking me back to the skies.
In the arms of my love
I'm flying
Over mountain and meadow and glen
And I like it so well
That for all I can tell
I may never come down again
I may never come down to earth again

Stepsisters' Lament

Why would a fellow want a girl like her?
A frail and fluffy beauty?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer a solid girl like me?!

She's a frothy little bubble
with a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm!

Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her?
So obviously unusual?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
a usual girl like me?!

Her cheeks are a shade of pink,
but not any pinker than a rose is.
Her skin may be delicate and soft
but not any softer that a doe's is

Her neck is no longer that a swan's
She's only as dainty as a daisy
She's only as graceful as a bird...
So why is the fellow going crazy?

Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
A girl who's merely lovely?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
a girl who's merely me?!

What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man?!

In My Own Little Corner

I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse
When I hear a command I obey
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand in my way

In my own little corner
In my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy
I can fly anywhere
And the world will open it's arms to me

I'm a young Norwegian princess
Or a milkmaid
I'm the greatest primadonna in Milan
I'm an heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms in Japan

I'm a girl men go mad for
Love's a game I can play
With a cool and confident kind of air
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair

...I can be whatever I want to be
I'm a slave from Calcutta
I'm a queen in Peru
I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea
I'm a huntress on an African safari
It's a dang'rous type of sport
Yet it's fun
In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
And I find I forgot to bring my gun
I am lost in the jungle
All alone and unarmed
When I meet a lioness in her lair
Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair

II
In my own little corner...
In my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be On the wing of my fancy
I can fly anywhere
And the world will open it's arms to me
I am in the royal palace
Of all places
I am chatting with the prince
And king, and queen
And the color of my two stepsisters faces
Is a queer sort of sour apple green
I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the prince
A-hahahaha! Oh, La Your Highness, you shouldn't say such things!
I'm the Belle of the Ball in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair

Impossible; It's Possible

(Folderol and Fiddle -dee fiddly faddly foddle
All the wishes in all the world are poppy-cock and twaddle)
Impossible,
for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage.
Impossible,
for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage,
And four white mice will never be four white horses!
Such fol-der-ol and fid-dle-dy dee of course, is--- Impossible!

But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes,
Impossible things are happening every day.

Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!
Impossible!

It's Possible!
For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage!
It's Possible!
For a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in marriage!

And four white mice are easily turned to horses!
Such fol-der-ol and fid-dle-dy dee of course, is
Quite Possible! It's possible!

For the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up Impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening every day!

It's Possible!
It's Possible!
It's Possible!
It's Possible!
It's Possible!
It's Possible!
It's Poss-i-ble!

Do I love you because you're beautiful?

(Jon:)
Do I love you because you're beautiful,
Or are you beautiful because I love you?
Am I making believe I see in you
A girl too lovely to be really true?
Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream
Or are you really as beautiful as you seem?

(Julie:)
Am I making believe I see in you
A man too perfect to be really true?
Do I want you because you're wonderful
Or are you wonderful because I want you?
(Jon and Julie:)
Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream
Or are you really as wonderful as you seem?

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