Man of La Mancha complete Lyrics

 1.OVERTURE
2.MAN OF LA MANCHA(I, Don Quixote)
3.IT'S ALL THE SAME
4.DULCINEA
5.I'M ONLY THINKING OF HIM
6.THE MISSIVE
7.I REALLY LIKE HIM
8.WHAT DOES HE WANT OF ME?
9.BARBER'S SONG
10.GOLDEN HELMET OF MAMBRINO
11.TO EACH HIS DULCINEA
12.THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM (The Quest)
13.THE DUBBING
14.KNIGHT OF THE WOEFUL COUNTENANCE
15.LITTLE BIRD, LITTLE BIRD
16.ALDONZA
17.A LITTLE GOSSIP
18.FINALE
19.DULCINEA - REPRISE
20.THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM - REPRISE
21.MAN OF LA MANCHA (I, Don Quixote-Reprise)- REPRISE
22.THE PSALM
23.FINALE ULTIMO


1.OVERTURE
[Orchestra]


2.MAN OF LA MANCHA(I, Don Quixote)

CERVANTES
May I set the stage? I shall impersonate a man.
Come, enter into my imagination and see him!
His name... Alonso Quijana... a country squire,
no longer young... bony, hollow-faced... eyes
that burn with the fire of inner vision. Being
retired, he has much time for books. He studies
them from morn to night and often through the
night as well. And all he reads oppresses him...
fills him with indignation at man's murderous
ways toward man. And he conceives the strangest
project ever imagined... to become a knight-errant
and sally forth into the world to right all
wrongs. No longer shall he be plain Alonso Quijana...
but a dauntless knight known as -
Don Quixote de La Mancha!

DON QUIXOTE
Hear me now
Oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
Thou art base and debauched as can be;
And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
I am I, Don Quixote,
The Lord of La Mancha, ю
My destiny calls and I go,
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward,
Oh whithersoever they blow.
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory I go!

SANCHO PANZA
I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho!
I'll follow my master till the end.
I'll tell all the world proudly
I'm his squire! I'm his friend!

DON QUIXOTE
Hear me, heathens and wizards
And serpents of sin!
All your dastardly doings are past,
For a holy endeavor is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!

(Don Quixote and Sancho Panza mount their horses and set out along a road)

DON QUIXOTE
I am I, Don Quixote,
The Lord of la Mancha,
My destiny calls and I go,
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward,
Oh whithersoever they blow!
SANCHO
I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho!
I'll follow my master till the end.
I'll tell all the world proudly
I'm his squire! I'm his friend!

DON QUIXOTE, SANCHO
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory I {we} go!

At an Inn full of rough men - Muleteers - and rough women


3.IT'S ALL THE SAME

MULETEERS
Food! Wine! Aldonza! Aldonza!
I come for love, I come for love,
I come to Aldonza for love!

ALDONZA
One pair of arms is like another
I don't know why or who's to blame,
I'll go with you or with your brother
It's all the same, it's all the same.
This I have learned:
That when the light's out,
No man will bum with special flame,
You'll prove to me before the night's out,
You're all the same, you're all the same.

So do not talk to me of love,
I'm not a fool with starry eyes,
Just put your money in my hand,
And you will get what money buys!
One pair of arms is like another,
I don't know why or who's to blame,
I'll go with you or with your brother
It's all the same, it's all the same.
This I have learned:
That when the light's out,
No man will bum with special flame,
You'll prove to me before the night's out,
You're all the same, you're all the same.

Oh, I have seen too many beds,
But I have known too little rest,
And I have loved too many men
With hatred burning in my breast.
I do not like you or your brother,
I do not like the life I live,
But I am me, I am Aldonza.
And what I give, I choose to give.
One pair of arms is like another
It's all the same, it's all the same!

MULETEERS
Aldonza!


4.DULCINEA

DON QUIXOTE
(enters the inn)
Sweet lady... fair virgin...

(Don Quixote averts his eyes worshipfully)
I dare not gaze full upon thy countenance
Lest I be blinded by beauty. But I implore
Thee - speak once thy name.

ALDONZA
Aldonza.

DON QUIXOTE
My lady jests.

ALDONZA
Aldonza!

DON QUIXOTE
The name of a kitchen-scullion... or perhaps my
lady's serving-maid?

ALDONZA
I told you my name! Now get out of the way.
(She clears past him to the table.)

DON QUIXOTE
(Smiling, sill keeping his eyes averted)
Did my lady think to put me to a test?
Ah, sweet sovereign of my captive heart. I shall
not fail thee, for I know...

I have dreamed thee too long,
Never seen thee or touched thee.
But known thee with all of my heart.
Half a prayer, half a song,
Thou hast always been with me,
Though we have been always apart.

Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
I see heaven when I see thee, Dulcinea,
And thy name is like a prayer
An angel whispers... Dulcinea... Dulcinea!

If I reach out to thee,
Do not tremble and shrink
From the touch of my hand on thy hair.
Let my fingers but see
Thou art warm and alive,
And no phantom to fade in the air.

Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
I have sought thee, sung thee,
Dreamed thee, Dulcinea!


Now I've found thee,
And the world shall know thy glory,
Dulcinea... Dulcinea!

(The scene reverts to the prison where Cervantes
tells of Don Quixote's family and friends who are
worried about his mental state)


5.I'M ONLY THINKING OF HIM

ANTONIA
(Don Quixote's niece)
(piously)
I'm only thinking of him,
I'm only thinking of him,
Whatever I may do or say;
I'm only thinking of him!
In my body; it's well known,
There is not one selfish bone...
I'm only thinking end worrying about him!

I've been, told he's chasing dragons
And I fear it may be true
If my groom should hear about it.
Heaven knows what he will do!
Oh, I deadly love my uncle,
But for what he's done to me,
I would like to take and lock him up
And throw away the key!
But if I do... but if I do...
There is one thing
That I swear will still be true... PADRE
I'm only thinking of him; I know I know my dear;
I'm only thinking of him; Of course you are, my dear;


I'm only thinking and worrying about him. I understand.

HOUSEKEEPER
I'm only thinking of him,
I'm only thinking of him,
Whatever I may do or say,
I'm only thinking of him!
In the very heart of me
There is Christian charity
I'm only thinking and worrying about him!

Oh, I think he's been too lonely,
Living years without a spouse,
So when he returns
I fear I may have trouble in the house;
For they say he seeks a lady
Who his own true love shall be;
God forbid that in his madness
He should ever think it's me!
If he should try I'll surely die,
And I will grimly
Guard my honor as I cry...
I'm only thinking of him;
I'm only thinking of him;
I'm only thinking and worrying about him.

ANTONIA
Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, woe,
Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe.

PADRE
I know, I know, my dear;
Of course you are, my dear;
I understand.

HOUSEKEEPER
Woe!

ANTONIA
Woe!

PADRE
They re only thinking of him,
They re only thinking of him,
How saintly is their plaintive plea...
They're only thinking of him!
What a comfort, to be sure,
That their motives are so pure...
As they go thinking and worrying about him!

ANTONIA, HOUSEKEEPER
Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe, etc.

At the inn


6.THE MISSIVE

SANCHO
(reciting Don Quixote's words)
"Most lovely sov'reign and highborn lady..."

ALDONZA
Ho.

SANCHO
"The heart of this,
Thy vassal knight faints for thy favor"

ALDONZA
Ha.

SANCHO
"Oh, fairest of the fair,
Purest of the pure,
Incomp'rable Dulcinea."

ALDONZA
That again. My name is Aldonza!

SANCHO
My master calls you Dulcinea.

ALDONZA
Why?

SANCHO
I don't know but I can tell you from experience
that knights have their own language for everything
and it's better not to ask questions because it
only gets you into trouble

ALDONZA
Hm.

SANCHO
"I beg thee grant that I may kiss
The nethermost hem of thy garment..."

ALDONZA
Kiss my which?

SANCHO
If you keep interrupting, the whole
thing will be out of my head.

ALDONZA
Well, what does he want?

SANCHO
I'm getting to it!
"And send to me a token of thy fair esteem
That I may carry as my standard into battle."

ALDONZA
Hm, what kind of token?

SANCHO
He says generally it's a silken scarf.

ALDONZA
(rising wiping her bowl with a filthy rag)
Your master's a crackbrain!
I'll give him a token. Here
(flings the rag)

SANCHO
But my lady... That's a rag!

ALDONZA
Don't you 'my lady' me too or I'll crack you
like an egg! Wait a minute. Come here. Come here.
Sit. Sit. Why do you follow him?

SANCHO
Oh, that's easy to explain, I... I...

ALDONZA
Why?

SANCHO
I'm telling you. It's because... because...

ALDONZA
Why?


7.I REALLY LIKE HIM

SANCHO
I like him, I really like him.
Tear out my fingernails one by one, I like him!
I don't have a very good reason,
Since I've been with him,
Cuckoo-nuts have been in season...
But there's nothing I can do,
Chop me up for onion stew,
Still I'll yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why,
That I like him!

ALDONZA
It doesn't make any sense!

SANCHO
That's because you're not a squire.

ALDONZA
All right, I'm not a squire. ]
Now does a squire squire?

SANCHO
Well, I ride behind him... and he fights.
Then I pick him up off the ground, and...

ALDONZA
But, what do you get out of it?

SANCHO
What do I get? Oh! Why, already I've gotten...
I've gotten...

ALDONZA
You've got nothing! Why do you do it?

SANCHO
I like him, I really like him.
Pluck me naked as a scalded chicken,
I like him!
Don't ask me for why or wherefore,
'Cause I don't have a single good
"Because" or "therefore!"
You can barbecue my nose.
Make a giblet of my toes,
Make me freeze, make me fry.
Make me sigh, make me cry.
Still I'll yell to the sky,
Though I can't tell you why.
That I like him!


8.WHAT DOES HE WANT OF ME?

ALDONZA
Why does he do the things he does?
Why does he do these things?
Why does he march
Through that dream that he's in,
Covered with glory and rusty old tin?
Why does he live in a world that can't be,
And what does he want of me...
What does he want of me?

Why does he say the things he says?
Why does he say these things?
"Sweet Dulcinea" and "missive" and such,
"Nethermost hem of thy garment I touch,"
No one can be what he wants me to be,
Oh, what does he want of me...
What does he want of me?

Doesn't he know
He'll be laughed at wherever he'll go?
And why I'm not laughing myself...
I don't know.

Why does he want the things he wants?
Why does he want these things?
Why does he batter at walls that won't break?
Why does he give when it's natural to take?
Where does he see all the good he can see,
And what does he want of me?
What does he want of me?


9.BARBER'S SONG

DON QUIXOTE
Someone approaches...!

SANCHO
Just an ordinary traveler.

DON QUIXOTE
(pointing off)
But see what he wears upon his head.
Get thee to a place of hiding, Sancho.

SANCHO
Oh, dear!

BARBER
(from a distance)
Oh, I am a little barber
And I go my merry way
With my razor and my leeches
I can always earn my pay



Though your chin be smooth as satin,
You will need me soon I know
For the Lord protects his barbers,
And He makes the stubble grow.

If I slip when I am shaving you
And cut you to the quick,
You can use me as a doctor
'Cause I also heal the sick.


10.GOLDEN HELMET OF MAMBRINO

DON QUIXOTE
Hand over that golden helmet!

BARBER
But this is a shaving basin!

DON QUIXOTE
Shaving basin! Know thou not what this really is?
The Golden Helmet of Mambrino!
When worn by one of noble heart, it renders
him invulnerable to all wounds!
(to the Barber whacking the barrel with his sword)
Hand it over!

Thou Golden Helmet of Mambrino,
With so illustrious a past,
Too long hast thou been lost to glory,
Th'art rediscovered now at last!
Golden Helmet of Mambrino
There can be no hat like thee!
Thou and I now, ere I die now,
Will make golden history!

BARBER
(aside to Sancho)
I can hear the cuckoo singing
In the cuckooberry tree...

SANCHO
(aside to Barber)
If he says that that's a helmet,
I suggest that you agree...

BARBER
(aside to Sancho)
But he'll find it is not gold
And will not make him bold and brave...

SANCHO
(aside to Barber)
Well, at least he'll find it useful
If he ever needs a shave!

DON QUIXOTE
Thou Golden Helmet of Mambrino,
Thy deeds the world will not forget,
Now Don Quixote de La Mancha,
Will bring thee greater glory yet!

DON QUIXOTE, BARBER, SANCHO, MULETEERS
Golden Helmet of Mambrino
There can be no hat like thee.

DON QUIXOTE
Thou and I now, ere I die now,
Will make golden history!

BARBER, SANCHO, MULETEERS
Golden Helmet of Mambrino
Will make golden history!


11.TO EACH HIS DULCINEA

PADRE
To each his Dulcinea
That he alone can name...
To each a secret hiding place
Where he can find the haunting face
To light his secret flame.
For with his Dulcinea Beside him so to stand,
A man can do quite anything,
Outfly the bird upon the wing,
Hold moonlight in his hand.
Yet if you build your life on dreams
It's prudent to recall,
A man with moonlight in his hand
Has nothing there at all.
There is no Dulcinea,
She's made of flame and air,
And yet how lovely life would seem
If ev'ry man could weave a dream
To keep him from despair.
To each his Dulcinea...
Though she's naught but flame and air!


12.THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM (The Quest)

ALDONZA
Why do you do these things?

DON QUIXOTE
What things?

ALDONZA
These ridiculous... the things you do!

DON QUIXOTE
I hope to add some measure of grace to the world.

ALDONZA
The world's a dung heap and we are maggots that crawl on it!

DON QUIXOTE
My Lady knows better in her heart.

ALDONZA
What's in my heart will get me halfway to hell.
And you, Seсor Don Quixote-you're going to take
such a beating!

DON QUIXOTE
Whether I win or lose does not matter.

ALDONZA
What does?

DON QUIXOTE
Only that I follow the quest.

ALDONZA
(spits)
That for your Quest!
(turns, marches away; stops, turns bock
and asks, awkwardly)
What does that mean... quest?

DON QUIXOTE
It is the mission of each true knight...
His duty... nay, his privilege!
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go;
To right the unrightable wrong.

To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!

This is my Quest to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause!

And I know, if I'll only be true
To this glorious Quest,
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest.

And the world will be better for this,
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable stars!


13.THE DUBBING

INNKEEPER
Don Quixote de La Mancha,
Having proved yourself this day
In glorious and terrible combat,
And by my authority as lord of this castle...
I hereby dub thee knight!

DON QUIXOTE
But, your Lordship...

INNKEEPER
Didn't I do it right?

DON QUIXOTE
If Your Lordship could make some mention of the deeds
I performed to earn this honor...?

INNKEEPER
Of course.

DON QUIXOTE
And it is customary to grant
the new knight an added name.
If Your Lordship could devise
such a name for me...?

INNKEEPER
Hmmm.


14.KNIGHT OF THE WOEFUL COUNTENANCE

INNKEEPER
Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance,
Knight of the Woeful Countenance!
Wherever you go
People will know
Of the glorious deeds
Of the Knight of the Woeful Countenance!

Farewell and good cheer
Oh my brave cavalier
Ride onward to glorious strife.
I swear when you're gone
I'll remember you well
For all of the rest of my life.

Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance,
Knight of the Woeful Countenance
Fare to the foe,
They will quail at the sight
Of the Knight of the Woeful Countenance!
Oh valorous Knight,
Go and fight for the right,
And battle all villains that be,
But oh, when you do,
What will happen to you
Thank God I won't be there to see!

ALDONZA, SANCHO, INNKEEPER
Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance,
Knight of the Woeful Countenance!
Wherever you go
People will know
Of the glorious deeds
Of the Knight of the Woeful Countenance!


15.LITTLE BIRD, LITTLE BIRD

ANSELMO, PEDRO
(two Muleteers)
Little bird, little bird,
In the cinnamon tree,
Little bird, little bird,
Do you sing for me?
Do you bring me word
Of one I know?
Little bird, little bird,
I love her so,
Little bird, little bird,
I have to know
Little bird, little bird.
Beneath this tree,
This cinnamon tree,
We learned to love,
We learned to cry;
For here we met
And here we kissed,
And here one cold and moonless night
We said goodbye

ANSELMO
Little bird, little bird,
Oh have pity on me
Bring her back to me now
'Neath the cinnamon tree,
I have waited too long
Without a song.
Little bird, little bird,
Please fly, please go
little bird, little bird,
And tell her so.
Little bird, little bird.

PEDRO, MULETEERS
Little bird, little bird. etc.


16.ALDONZA

DON QUIXOTE
My lady...

ALDONZA
I am not your lady!...
I am not any kind of a lady!
I was spawned in a ditch
By a mother who left me there,
Naked and cold and too hungry to cry;
I never blamed her.
I'm sure she left hoping
That I'd have the good sense to die!
Then, of course, there's my father...
I'm told that young ladies
Can point to their fathers
With maidenly pride;
Mine was some regiment
Here for an hour,
I can't even tell you which side!
So of course I became,
As befitted my delicate birth,
The most casual bride
Of the murdering scum of the earth!

DON QUIXOTE
And still thou art my lady.

ALDONZA
And still he torments me!
How should I be a lady?
For a lady has modest and maidenly airs,
And a virtue I somehow suspect that I lack;
It's hard to remember these maidenly airs
In a stable laid flat on your back!
Won't you look at me, look at me,
God, won't you look at me!
Look at the kitchen slut reeking with sweat!
Born on a dung heap to die on a dung heap,
A strumpet men use and forget!
If you feel that you see me
Not quite at my virginal best,
Cross my palm with a coin,
And I'll willingly show you the rest!

DON QUIXOTE
Never deny thou art Dulcinea.

ALDONZA
Take the clouds from your eyes
and see me as I really am!

You have shown me the sky,
But what good is the sky
To a creature who'll never
Do better than crawl?

Of all the cruel bastards
Who've badgered and battered me,
You are the cruelest of all!
Can't you see what your gentle
Insanities do to me?
Rob me of anger and give me despair! Blows and abuse
I can take and give back again,
Tenderness I cannot bear!
So please torture me now
With your "Sweet Dulcineas" no more!
I am no one! I'm nothing!
I'm only Aldonza the whore!

DON QUIXOTE
Now and forever thou art my lady Dulcinea!
(Aldonza screams in despair and collapses.
As Don Quixote lies in bed dying, his mind
"retreats to some secret place." )


17.A LITTLE GOSSIP

SANCHO
Your Reverence, could I talk to him?

PADRE
I'm afraid he won't hear you.

SANCHO
(moving toward the bed)
Then, I won't say much.

PADRE
And no mention of knight-errantry!

SANCHO
Of course not. Does one speak of the rope
in the house of the hanged?
Just a few words... to lighten his heart.

A little gossip... a little chat...
A tittle idle talk of this and that...
I'll tell him all the troubles I have had,
And since he doesn't hear,
At least he won't feel bad.

(to Don Quixote)
When I first got home my wife Teresa beat me,
But the blows fell very lightly on my back.
She kept missing ev'ry other stroke
And crying from the heart
That while I was gone
She'd gone and lost the knack!
Of course, I hit her back, Your Grace,
but she's a lot harder than I am,
and you know what they say...
"Whether the stone hits the pitcher
or the pitcher hits the stone
it's going to be bad for the pitcher"
So I've got bruises from here to...

(to the Padre)
A little gossip... a little chat...
A little idle talk of this and that...
If no one listens,
Then it's just as well,
At least I won't get caught in any lies I tell!

(to Don Quixote)
Oh, I haven't fought a windmill in a fortnight
And the humble joys get duller ev'ry day,
Why, when I'm asleep a dragon
With his fiery tongue a-waggin'
Whispers, "Sancho.
Won't you please come out and play?"


18.FINALE

DON QUIXOTE
(courteously, but without recognition.)
Now then. What is it you want?

ALDONZA
Don't you know me?

DON QUIXOTE
Should I?

ALDONZA
I am Aldonza!

DON QUIXOTE
I'm sorry. I do not recall anyone of that name.

ALDONZA
Sancho knows. Please, my Lord.

DON QUIXOTE
Why did you say "my lord"? I am not a lord.

ALDONZA
You are my lord, Don Quixote!

DON QUIXOTE
Don Quixote? You must forgive me, I have been ill...
I'm confused by shadows. It is possible I knew you once,
but I do not remember

ALDONZA
Please! Try to remember!

DON QUIXOTE
Is it so important?

ALDONZA
Everything. My whole life.
You spoke to me and everything was... different!

DON QUIXOTE
I spoke to you?
ALDONZA
And you looked at me! A
nd you called me by another name!


19.DULCINEA - REPRISE

ALDONZA
Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
Once you found a girl
And called her Dulcinea,
When you spoke the name
An angel seemed to whisper...
Dulcinea... Dulcinea...

Dulcinea... Dulcinea...
Won't you please bring back
The dream of Dulcinea...
Won't you bring me back
The bright and shining glory
Of Dulcinea... Dulcinea...

DON QUIXOTE
Then perhaps... it was not a dream...

ALDONZA
(kneeling beside Quixote again.)
You spoke of a dream. And about the Quest!

DON QUIXOTE
Quest?

ALDONZA
Yes, how you must fight and it doesn't matter whether
you win or lose if only you follow the Quest!

DON QUIXOTE
The words. Tell me the words!


20.THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM - REPRISE

ALDONZA
"To dream the impossible dream"...
but they're your own words!
"To fight the unbeatable foe"...
Don't you remember?
"To be with unbearable sorrow"...
You must remember!
"To run where the brave dare not go!"

DON QUIXOTE
To right the unrightable wrong.

ALDONZA
Yes.

DON QUIXOTE
To love, pure and chaste, from afar

ALDONZA
Yes.

DON QUIXOTE
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!

ALDONZA
Thank you. My Lord!

DON QUIXOTE
But this is not seemly, My Lady.
On thy knees? To me?

.ALDONZA
Oh, my Lord, you are not well!

DON QUIXOTE
Not well? What is sickness to the body of a knight-errant?
What matter wounds? For each time he falls he shall rise
again... and woe to the wicked! Sancho!

SANCHO
Here, Your Grace!
More misadventures!

DON QUIXOTE
Adventures, old friend!


21.MAN OF LA MANCHA (I, Don Quixote-Reprise)- REPRISE

DON QUIXOTE
Oh the trumpets of glory
Now call me to ride,
Yes, the trumpets are calling to me,
And wherever I ride,
Ever staunch at my side
My squire and my lady shall be!
I am I, Don Quixote...

DON QUIXOTE, ALDONZA, SANCHO
The Lord of la Mancha
My {Our} destiny calls and I {we} go!
And the wild winds of fortune Shall carry me {us} onward,
Oh, whithersoever...
(Don Quixote falters)

ALDONZA
My Lord!

SANCHO
Master!

DON QUIXOTE
Whithersoever they blow
Onward to glory... aah!... I... go...
(crumples to the floor, dead.)

ALDONZA
My Lord...

SANCHO
He is dead.
My master is dead.

ALDONZA
A man died.
He seemed a good man, but I did not know him,

SANCHO
But...

ALDONZA
Don Quixote is not dead. Believe, Sancho, believe.

SANCHO
Aldonza...

ALDONZA
My name is Dulcinea.


22.THE PSALM

PADRE
De profundis clamo ad te,
Domine, Domine,
Audi vocem meam!
Fiant aures tuae intendae
Ad vocem obsecrationis meae.
Si delictorum memoriam serva veris,
Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit.


23.FINALE ULTIMO

ALDONZA
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,

PADRE
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go...

ANTONIA
To run where the brave dare not go,
Though the goal be forever too far.

SANCHO, ANTONIA
To try, though you're wayworn and weary,

PADRE, ANTONIA, SANCHO, BARBER
To reach the unreachable star.

ALL
To reach the unreachable star,
Though you know it's impossibly high,
To live with your heart striving upward
To a far, unattainable sky!