Leonard Bernstein - Oh, Happy We lyrics

[CANDIDE] Soon, when we feel we can afford it, We'll build a modest little farm. [CUNEGONDE] We'll buy a yacht and live aboard it, Rolling in luxury and stylish charm. [CANDIDE] Cows and chickens. [CUNEGONDE] Social whirls. [CANDIDE] Peas and cabbage. [CUNEGONDE] Ropes of pearls. [CANDIDE] Soon there'll be little ones beside us; We'll have a sweet Westphalian home. [CUNEGONDE] Somehow we'll grow as rich as Midas; We'll live in Paris when we're not in Rome. [CANDIDE] Smiling babies. [CUNEGONDE] Marble halls. [CANDIDE] Sunday picnics. [CUNEGONDE] Costume balls. Oh, won't my robes of silk and satin Be chic! I'll have all that I desire. [CANDIDE] Pangloss will tutor us in Latin And Greek while we sit before the fire. [CUNEGONDE] Glowing rubies. [CANDIDE] Glowing logs. [CUNEGONDE] Faithful servants. [CANDIDE] Faithful dogs. [CUNEGONDE] We'll round the world enjoying high life, All bubbly pink champagne and gold. [CANDIDE] We'll lead a rustic and a shy life, Feeding the pigs and sweetly growing old. [CUNEGONDE] Breast of peaco*k. [CANDIDE] Apple pie. [CUNEGONDE] I love marriage. [CANDIDE] So do I. [CUNEGONDE & CANDIDE] Oh, happy pair! Oh, happy we! It's very rare How we agree. [NARRATOR] The Baron and his family are outraged. Candide is an illegitimate cousin, a social inferior. How dare he embrace the daughter of a Westphalian Baron? He is brutally expelled from Schloss Thunder-ten-Tronck and wanders alone - with only his optimism to cling to.