It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.
The hills are alive with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years.
Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone.
These are a few of my favorite things.
A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it, A song's not a song 'til you sing it, Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay, Love isn't love 'til you give it away!