Composer : Leonard Bernstein

Oh.

Oh.

Is it true?

Is it you?

Cunegonde! Cunegonde! Cunegonde!

Candide! Candide! Can...

Oh.

Is it true?

Is it you?

Cunegonde!

Candide!

Oh my love, dear love!

Dear, my love!

Dearest, how can this be so?

You were dead, you know.

You were shot and bayoneted, too.

That is very true.

Ah, but love will find a way.

Then what did you do?

We'll go into that another day.

Now let's talk of you.

You are looking very well.

Weren't you clever, dear, to survive?

I've a sorry tale to tell;

I escaped more dead than alive.

Love of mine, where did you go?

Oh, I wandered to and fro...

Oh, what torture, oh, what pain...

Holland, Portugal and Spain...

Ah, what torture...

Holland, Portu...

Ah, what torture...

I would do it all again

To find you at last!

Reunited after so much pain;

But the pain is past.

We are one again!

We are one at last!

One again, one at last!