Concert Highlights

I'll know
I'll know when my love comes along
I'll know then and there...
[speaking] and i remember sitting in the theater with my hormones raging, and my "mellowroll" melting all over me and i, i felt
This...ah...i don't know how to call it...mmm... chemistry...
M.brando
Yeah, chemistry!
Suddenly i'll know...
Barbra
Hello, gorgeous!
M.brando
When my love comes along
Barbra
Is he something or what?
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
Oh, my god!
M.brando
Then and there...
Barbra
Here i am...
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
On the aisle...
M.brando
At the sight of her face...
Barbra
My face?
Both
How i care, how i care, how i care...
Barbra
Who wouldn't care?
M.brando
And i'll stop...
Barbra
Don't stop!
M.brando
And i'll stare
Barbra
Well you could stare!
M.brando
And i'll know...
Barbra
I knew from the moment i saw you
M.brando
Long before we can speak! i'll know
Barbra
Yes'i knew
M.brando
In my heart...
Barbra
In my heart...
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
Take me now!
Both
And i won't ever ask, "am i right?",
"am i wise?", "am i smart?"
M.brando
But i'll stop!
Barbra
Could you faint?
M.brando
And i'll stare
Barbra
From that smile...
M.brando
At that face...
Barbra
That face...
Both
In the throng!
Barbra
Oy!
M.brando
Yes, i'll know...
Barbra
Yes, i'll know...
M.brando
When my love...
Barbra
When my love...
Both
Comes along...

Barbra
[speaking]oh, i was so jealous of jean simmons. i mean that she got to have him fall in love with her, and she got to kiss him and everything! i fell in love with you marlon, right then and ther
The loew's kings theater, in flatbush! anyway, a year later, when i was fourteen, i crossed the brooklyn bridge to manhattan, and saw my first broadway show, "the diary of anne frank"
Oved it but i couldn't afford to see many shows, so when i was fifteen i became an usher. and it was a great deal! you got paid four dollars and fifteen cents a show, and got to see it for free.
Then, when i was twenty-one, i actually had a show of my own, "funny girl". the composer is here tonight, julie styne. hi, dear julie! isn't that lovely? such a great score! i love you
There's a song from that show that each time i sing, takes on a different meaning for me. and i've been thinking, this has been a year filled with natural disasters, and it's amazing how in tim
Catastrophes people do come together, forget the
Ir differences and help one another. but do we always need a catastrophe to remind us that we're all just...

People,
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers
Are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person,
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you are half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world.

With one person
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you are half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world.

memories
Like the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me - would we? could we?

Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

Oh my man i love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But i don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, alright,
What's the difference if i say
I'll go away
When i know i'll come back
On my knees someday
Oh whatever my man is
I am his
Forever more
It cost me a lot
But that's one thing that i've got
It's my man
Cold and wet
Tired you bet
But all that i soon forget
With my man
He's not much for looks
And no hero out of books
He's my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But i love him

Oh my man i love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But i don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, alright,
What's the difference if i say
I'll go away
When i know i'll come back
On my knees someday
Oh whatever my man is
I am his
Forever more

Love soft as an easy chair
Love fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you

Like a rose under the april snow
I was always certain love would grow
Love ageless and evergreen
Seldom seen by two

You and i will make each night a first
Every day a beginning
Spirits rise and their dance is unrehearsed
They warm and excite us, cause we have the brightest love

Two lives that shine as one
Morning glory and midnight sun
Time we've learned to sail above
Time won't change the meaning of one love
Ageless and ever evergreen

Oh tell me where-
Where is it written what it is i'm meant to be
That i can't dare
To have the chance to pick the fruit of ev'ry tree
Or have my share
Of ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility?

[speaking]those are questions that women have been asking for centuries, and incredibly enough, i think they're still asking them today! i think that's what attracted me to yentl, and why i had
I had to make the film...yentl, as some of you know, is the story of a girl in eastern europe at the turn of the century, when the world of study belonged only to men. but yentl's father, recogn
Her thirst for knowledge, taught her secretly. and after his death, in order to continue her studies, she had had no choice, but go out into the world disguised as a man...

Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa, can you find me in the night?
Papa, are you near me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you help me not be frightened?
Looking at the skies, i seem to see a million eyes
Which ones are yours?
Where are you now that yesterday
Has waved goodbye and closed its door?
The night is so much darker,
The wind is so much colder
The world i see is so much bigger
Now that i'm alone
Papa, please forgive me
Try to understand me
Papa, don't you know i had no choice?
Can you hear me praying,
Anything i'm saying,
Even though the night is filled with voices?
I remember ev'rything you taught me
Ev'ry book i've ever read
Can all the words in all the books
Help me to face what lies ahead?
The trees are so much taller
And i feel so much smaller
The moon is twice as lonely
And the stars are half as bright
Papa, how i love you
Papa, how i need you
Papa, how i miss you
Kissing me goodnight...
[speaking]
To go on with the story, em, yentl then meets a boy whom she falls in love with; but it turns out he's already in love with another girl, but because of circumstances i can't go into now, they'r
Vented from getting married. and to make a long story short, he asks yentl, who, of course, he thinks is a boy to marry the girl, so he can still see her - not yentl, the other girl! so, the gir
The girl get married, and if you want to see how yentl got away with the wedding night, you'll have to rent the video! it's just a variation on the boy-meets-girl-meets-girl-story, it's very ni
S! anyway, mmm, one night he comes over to the house to study. but it's clear that the only thing he really wants to study is her...not yentl...her wife, her...get it? his eyes never leave her f
.

Will someone ever look at me that way?
See the way they gaze at her,
Like slaves they follow ev'ywhere she goes.
Do my eyes forget themselves
And do i ever look at him
And smile in such a way
That what i'm feeling shows?
Sometimes i have the feeling ev'rybody knows
And even though it's crazy,
Still i can't help wond'ring if i'll ever live to see that day
When by some miracle of miracles,
He'll turn around and look at me
That way...

A piece of sky
Oh tell me where?
Where is the someone who will turn and look at me?
And want to share
My ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility?
The more i live - the more i learn.
The more i learn - the more i realize
The less i know.
Each step i take -
(papa, i've a voice now!)each page i turn -
(papa, i've a choice now!)each mile i travel only means
The more i have to go.
What's wrong with wanting more?
If you can fly - then soar!
With all there is - why settle for
Just a piece of sky?
Papa, i can hear you...
Papa, i can see you...
Papa, i can feel you...
Papa, watch me fly!
Papa, watch me fly!

[speaking]thank you! i'm glad you liked that! thank you! thank you! thank you! oh, that's great! thank you! this current administration has been beset by many problems. but, it's had many accomp
Ents, a fact that sometimes seems to get overlooked nowadays, you know? i guess it is easier to criticize than to praise! so, i'd like to sing this song tonight in celebration of every thing tha
Ositive and possible in this great country of ours and around the world.

Barbra
You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love songs
Neil
You hardly talk to me anymore
When you come through that door at the end of the day...
Barbra
I remember when you couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after loving me late at night
Neil
When it's good for you, babe
And you're feeling all right
Barbra
When you just roll over and turn out the light...
And you don't bring me flowers anymore
Neil
It used to be so natural
Barbra
It used to be...
Neil
To talk about forever
Barbra
Mmm...
Neil
But used-to-bes don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
Till we sweep them away
Barbra
And baby i remember all the things you taught me
Neil
I learned how to laugh and i learned how to cry
Barbra
Well, i learned how to love and i learned how to lie
Neil
So you think i could learn how to tell you goodbye
Barbra
So you think i could learn how to tell you goodbye
You don't bring me flowers any more...
Both
Well, you think i could learn how to tell you goodbye...
Neil

It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view,
But us two
It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream
As we dream
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still,
You can hear the grass as it grows
It's a hazy afternoon
And i know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me

The night is bitter
The stars have lost their glitter
The winds grow colder
Suddenly you're older
And all because of the man that got away...
No more his eager call,
The writing's on the wall
The dreams you've dreamed have all gone astray
The man that won you, has run off and undone you
That great beginning, has seen the final inning
Don't know what happened, it's all a crazy game...
No more that old time thrill
For you've been through the mill
And never a new love will be the same
Good riddance, good-bye
Every trick of his, you're on to
But fools will be fools
And where's he gone to?
The road gets rougher
It's lonelier and tougher
With hope you burn up
Tomorrow he may turn up
There's just no let up
But live lone night and day
Ever since this world began
There is nothing sadder than
A one man woman looking for the man
That got away...
The man that got away...

Barbra
"liza, that was for your mom!"
One of the nice things about growing older is realizing that you can survive life's disappointments, and you also realize that you cannot look to someone else for your happiness. of course it sc
Up the songs you can't sing. you can't sing those dependent victim songs anymore with the same conviction, you know. for example, you can't sing: "i can be happy/i can be sad/i can be good/
Can be bad/it all depends on you? can't do that, no, no. another nice thing about growing older is that you finally begin to appreciate yourself flaws and all. and this next song has taken me i
Know how many hours, on i don't know how many couches to be able to sing and really mean it...

Change can come on tiptoe
Love is where it starts
It resides, often hides
Deep within our hearts
And just as
Pebbles make a mountain,
Raindrops make a sea,
One day at a time
Change begins with you and me,
Ordinary miracles
Happen all around,
Just by giving and receiving
Comes belonging and believing,
Every sun that rises
Never rose before,
Each new day leads the way
Through a different door,
And we can all be quiet heroes
Living quiet days,
Walking through the world
Changing it in quiet ways,
Ordinary miracles
Like candles in the dark,
Each and every one of us
Lights a spark,

And the walls can tumble
And the mountains can move,
The winds and the tide can turn,

Yes, ordinary miracles
One for every star,
No lightning bolt or clap or thunder
Only joy and quiet wonder,
Endless possibilities
Right before our eyes,
Oh, see the way a miracle multiplies,

Now hope can spring eternally
Plant it and it grows,
Love is all that's necessary
Lovin', its extraordinary
Why,
Makes ordinary miracles every blessed day.