When You're Driving Through the Moonlight

When you're driving through the moonlight on the highway

when through the moonlight to a dance

you are breathless with a wild anticipation

of adventure and excitement and romance

Then at last you see the towers of the palace

silouetted on the sky above the park

and below them is a row of lighted windows

like a lovely diamond necklace in the dark

Esmerelda: It looks that way

Prunella: The way you say

Evil Stepmother: She talks as if she knows.

Cinderella: I do not know these things are so

I only just suppose

I suppose that when you come into the ballroom

and the room itself is floating on the air

If you're suddenly confronted by his highness

you are frozen like a statue on the stair.

You're afraid he'll hear the way your heart is beating

and you know you musn't make the first advance.

You are seriously thinking of retreating

then you seem to hear him asking you to dance

You make a bow, a timid bow, and shyly answer yes

Evil Stepmother: How would you know that this is so?

Cinderella: I do no more than guess, I do no more than guess

Cinderella: He is tall

Esmerelda: And straight as a lance

Cinderella: His eyes

Prunella: Can melt you with a glance

Cinderella: Yes I can picture the whole thing how you start thinking

Esmerelda: Start thinking what?

Cinderella: Thinking how wonderful it all is

Evil Stepmother: How wonderful what all is?

Cinderella: Everything

Evil Stepmother: Enough of this nonsense. Esmerelda, Prunella, upstairs both of you

and get your sleep

Esmerelda+ Prunella: Yes ma'am

Evil Stepmother: Cinderella, here is your broom GET TO WORK!!!

Cinderella: I don't mind sweeping. This night is mine and no one and nothing can

take it from me.