Composer : Leonard Bernstein

Soon, when we feel we can afford it,

We'll build a modest little farm.

We'll buy a yacht and live aboard it,

Rolling in luxury and stylish charm.

Cows and chickens.

Social whirls.

Peas and cabbage.

Ropes of pearls.

Soon there'll be little ones beside us;

We'll have a sweet Westphalian home.

Somehow we'll grow as rich as Midas;

We'll live in Paris when we're not in Rome.

Smiling babies.

Marble halls.

Sunday picnics.

Costume balls.

Oh, won't my robes of silk and satin

Be chic! I'll have all that I desire.

Pangloss will tutor us in Latin

And Greek, while we sit before the fire.

Glowing rubies.

Glowing logs.

Faithful servants.

Faithful dogs.

We'll round the world enjoying high life,

All bubbly pink champagne and gold.

We'll lead a rustic and a shy life,

Feeding the pigs and sweetly growing old.

Breast of peacock.

Apple pie.

I love marriage.

So do I.

Oh, happy pair!

Oh, happy we!

It's very rare

How we agree.