This song's a duet again – Cinderella in italics and the prince in bold.
Oh, it was lovely to see her so cheery. It happened so seldom. But at that moment, in came her ugly stepsisters, and that put an end to that.
They were all so excited about the invitations they had received from the palace, to go to a grand ball, and the rumour was that this ball was Prince Charming's last chance to choose a bride. If he didn't, his father had apparently said that he'd choose a bride for him, himself! So of course, each of them thought that they'd be the new princess. If you'd seen them, you'd know how silly this was.
But then the two sisters caught a glimpse of Cinderella's smiling face, and of course, devised one of their usual nasty tricks. They showed Cinderella the invitation that had come for her, and as she reached out to take it, they threw it in the fire, and then they went chattering off, as if nothing had happened, leaving Cinderella broken-hearted in the kitchen.
"Oh Buttons, I get so tired of this house and this life. If I didn't have my dreams, I don't know what I'd do, I think I'd go mad! And I've been dreaming an awful lot lately, ever since that day when you and I met the prince and Mr Dandini…
I dream of a ship, she lies at anchor
Lies like a prisoner in a jail
Looks for a star to guide her homeward
Waits for a storm to fill her sail
I dream of a ship, she's going nowhere,
Ready to sail the open sea,
Ready to cross the wildest ocean
Brave any storm to come to thee…
I want to tell him how I love him
I want to give what's deep inside
I want to die when I think of him
He is the moon and I'm the tide.
The ship that I dream of holds a cargo,
Indian incense, spice and tea,
Jade from the east and Spanish leather,
Gold from the mines and ivory
The treasure she holds is just a token
Tinier than the smallest part
Of the love that lies unspoken
In the galleon of my heart…
I want to tell her how I love her
I want to give what's deep inside
I want to die when I think of her
She is the moon and I'm the tide.
Love is the ancient roaring ocean
The haven where the ship abides
Love is the cargo of devotion
Love is the moon and love the tide
Love is as cruel as any tempest
Love is the star that makes us roam
Love is the leaving of the haven
Love is the final coming home
I'm hoisting my sails and weighing anchor
Leaving the shelter of the bay,
Tempting the fury of the tempest
Letting it carry me away
This is the voyage I was born for
Nothing would stop me setting sail
The voyage of love is such sweet danger
That live or die, I cannot fail.
Love is as cruel as any tempest
Love is the star that makes us roam
Love is the leaving of the haven
Love is the final coming home.
