Michael Ball, Gillian Kirkpatrick - Searching Lyrics

Mr. Todd?

No one here Where is this Mr Todd?

No matter
He'll return in a moment, for I trust him as I trust my right arm
Now, you wait for him here, and I'll return with the coach in less than half an hour

But they are after us still What if they trace us here?
Oh, Anthony, please let me come with you

No, my darling, there's no safety for you in the street

But dressed in these sailor's clothes, who's to know it is I?

No, the risk is too great

Ah, miss
Look at me, look at me, miss, oh
Look at me please, oh
Favor me, favor me with your glance
Ah, miss
Soon we'll be, soon we'll be gone
And sailing the seas
And happily, happily wed in France

And we'll sail the world
And see its wonders
From the pearls of Spain
To the rubies of Tibet

And then come back to London (and then home)

Someday

I'll return to you before those lips have time to lose that smile

Beadle!

Someone calling the Beadle
I knew it!

Beadle! Where are you?
Beadle, dear!
Beadle!

Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling
Be-deedle dumpling
Be-deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle
Deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle

You! What are you doing here?

Ah, evil is here, sir The stink of evil-from below-from her!
Beadle dear, Beadle!

Out of here, woman

Oh, she's the devil's wife! Oh, beware of her, sir
Beware her
She with no pity in her heart

Out, I say!

Hey, don't I know you, mister?

The judge
I have no time