Waltz of My Heart

And Her Mother Came Too

I Can Give You The Starlight

What A Duke Should Be

Only For A While

Why Isn't It You?

The Way It's Meant To Be

The Land Of Might-Have Been

1. Waltz Of My Heart
2. Mr. Parks
3. Gosford Park
4. Bored To Sobs
5. The Shirt
6. And Her Mother Came Too
7. Walking To Shoot
8. No Smoke Without Fire
9. Scherzo In G
10. I Can Give You The Starlight
11. What A Duke Should Be
12. Inspector Thompson
13. Pull Yourself Together
14. Life Goes On
15. Secrets To Hide
16. Only For A While
17. Rather A Pasting
18. Love Jam
19. Why Isn't It You?
20. The Way It's Meant To Be
21. Carpe Diem
22. Good Luck
23. Your Boy's Alive
24. The Land That Might-Have-Been

The lark is singing on high
The Sun's ashine in the blue
The Winter is driven away
And Spring is returning anew

Who cares what sorrow may bring
What storms may tear us apart
No sadness can kill the wonder and thrill
Of that waltz in my heart

Waltz of my heart haunting and gay
Calling enthrallingly, waltzing away
Ring out your bells for me, ivory keys
Weave out your spell for me, orchestra please

Chorus of wings, thrilling the sky
While you're inspiring me, time hurries by
Joy finds a fire in me, soon as you start
Sweeping your strings, waltz of my heart

The lark is singing on high
The Sun's ashine in the blue
The Winter is driven away
And Spring is returning anew

Who cares what sorrow may bring
What storms may tear us apart
No sadness can kill the wonder and thrill
Of that waltz in my heart

I seem to be the victim of a cruel jest,
It dogs my footsteps with the girl I love the best.
She's just the sweetest thing that I have ever known,
But still we never get the chance to be alone.
REFRAIN:

My car will meet her - And her mother comes too!
It's a two-seater - Still her mother comes too!
At Ciro's when I am free,
At dinner, supper or tea,
She loves to shimmy with me - And her mother does too!

We buy her trouseau - And her mother comes too!
Asked not to do so - Still her mother comes too!
She simply can't take a snub, I go and sulk at the club,
Then have a bath and a rub - And her brother comes too!

There may be times when couples need a chaperone,
But mothers ought to learn to leave a chap alone.
I wish they'd have a heart and use their common sense
For three's a crowd, and more, it's treble the expense.

REFRAIN:

We lunch at Maxim's - And her mother comes too!
How large a snack seems - When her mother comes too!
And when they're visiting me,
We finish afternoon tea,
She loves to sit on my knee - And her mother does too!

To golf we started - And her mother came too!
Three bags I carted - When her mother came too!
She fainted just off the tee,
My darling whisper'd to me - "Jack, dear, at last we are free!"
But her mother came to!

Music by Ivor Novello
Words by Dion Titheradge

I can give you the starlight, love unchanging and true.
I can give you the ocean, deep and tender devotion.
I can give you the mountains, pools of shimmering blue.
Call and I can be all you ask of me.
Music in spring, flowers for a king;
All these I bring to you.
When I was young, my foolish fancies used to make a great mistake.
But now a little love, a little living has changed my ways
And taught me and brought me the joy of giving.
I can give you the starlight, love unspeaking and true.
I can give you the ocean, deep and tender devotion.
I can give you the mountains, pools of shimmering blue.
Call and I can be all you ask of me.
Music in spring, flowers for a king;
All these I bring to you.

In B.C. 33 Ah, me! That's a dash long time ago.
There lived a Roman hero who had shaken hands with Nero.
And the history you shall know.
He was introduced to the king of Gaul, whoever that might be.
And crossing in galley with a Norman wench got pally
They went and founded me.
So if you wonder what a duke should be,
Just you take another look at me.
I'm doubty, I'm gouty, I'm wonderful to see.
All my people 'pon my soul it's true.
Look on Noah as a parvenu.
By gad, you can search your family tree,
But you'll never find a duke like me.
When old Canute was buying fruit one day, so runs the tale.
A young convicted felon brought him a juicy melon.
And was then released from jail.
This noble youth to tell the truth,
Sailed right away to sea.
And the Duke of Malta's daughter brought up his shaving water.
And the grand result was me.
So if you wonder what a duke should be,
Just you take another look at me.
I'm doubty, I'm gouty, I'm wonderful to see.
All my people 'pon my soul it's true.
Look on Noah as a parvenu.
By gad, you can search your family tree,
But you'll never find a duke like me.
So if you wonder what a duke could be,
Just you take another look at me.
I'm doubty, I'm gouty, I'm wonderful to see.
All my people 'pon my soul it's true.
Look on Noah as a parvenu.
By gad, you can search your family tree,
But you'll never find- you'll never find- you'll never find a duke like me.

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We're both undoubtedly sane.
We're not so horribly plain.
Something is wrong, but who can tell us what.
There's no accounting for taste.
It seems a terrible waste.
Nothing can help us. We have not that vital spark we should have got.
Why isn't it you?
Why must we miss a chance like this when chances are few?
You've got the size of eyes I idolize.
Your arms invite a glamorous night.
What am I to do? Why isn't it you?
You don't react when I attract. What am I to do?
You've got the lips for me, the hips for me, the feet for me and the beat for me.
So tell me why, why isn't it you?
Why isn't it you?
Why must we miss a chance like this when chances are few?
You've got the size of eyes I idolize.
Your arms invite a glamorous night.
What am I to do? Why isn't it you?
You don't react when I attract what am I to do?
You've got the lips for me, the hips for me, the feet for me and the beat for me.
So tell me why

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Lyrics: Edward Moore
Music: Ivor Novello

Somewhere there's another land
different from this world below,
far more mercifully planned
than the cruel place we know.
Innocence and peace are there--
all is good that is desired.
Faces there are always fair;
love grows never old nor tired.

We shall never find that lovely
land of might-have-been.
I can never be your king nor
you can be my queen.
Days may pass and years may pass
and seas may lie between--
We shall never find that lovely
land of might-have-been.

Sometimes on the rarest nights
comes the vision calm and clear,
gleaming with unearthly lights
on our path of doubt and fear.
Winds from that far land are blown,
whispering with secret breath--
hope that plays a tune alone,
love that conquers pain and death.

Shall we ever find that lovely
land of might-have-been?
Will I ever be your king or you
at last my queen?
Days may pass and years may pass
and seas may lie between--
Shall we ever find that lovely
land of might-have-been?

Songs by Ivor Novello performed by Jeremy Northam: I can give you the starlight, Waltz of my heart (both from The Dancing Years 1939); Why isn't it you (from Crest of the Wave 1937); Land of might have Been (from Puppets 1924); And her mother came too (from 'A to Z' 1921); 'What a Duke Should Be' (from Theodore and Co (1916), and Keep the home fires burning (1914), The way it's meant to Be