Ephraim, let me go.
It's been long enough, Ephraim.
Every night for all these years,
I've went out the cat,
I've locked the door,
I've made myself a little rum toddy.
And before I went to bed,
I said a prayer,
thanking God that I was independent,
that no one else's life was mixed
up with mine.
But then one night an
oak leaf fell out of my Bible.
I placed it there the night you asked me to marry you, Ephraim,
a perfectly good oak leaf,
but now without color and without life.
And I suddenly realized
that I was like that oak leaf.
For years I had not shed one tear,
nor been filled with a wonderful hope
that something or other might turn out well.
So, I've decided to rejoin
the human race.
And Ephraim,
I want you to give me away
before the parade passes by.
I'm gonna get in step,
while there's still time left,
before the parade passes by.
Oh, Mrs. Levi, come along.
Cornelius is taking us down
to see the 14th Street Parade.
Everyone It's be March, Irene,
you're crying.
Oh, darling,
the world is full of wonderful things.
Come with us, darling.
I will, Irene, I will.
Before the
parade passes by
I'm gonna go and taste
Saturday's high life
before the parade passes by.
I'm gonna get some life
back into my life.
I'm ready to move out in front.
I had enough of just passing my life.
With the rest of it, with the best of it,
I can't hold my head up high
For I've got a goal again
I've got to drive again
I want to feel my heart
coming alive again
Before the parade passes by
Look at that crowd up ahead
Listen and hear that brass
harmony growing
Look at that crowd up ahead
Pardon me if my own spirit is showing
All of those lights over there
Some to be telling me where I'm going
When the whistle blows
and the cymbals crash
An d the sparkles light the sky
I'm gonna raise the roof,
I'm gonna carry on
Give me an old drum,
give me an old baton
For the parade passes by
And the parade passes by
Listen and hear that brass oboe glowing
And the parade passes by
Pardon me if my old spirit is showing
All those lights over there
They seem to be telling me
where I'm going
When the whistle blow,
the cymbals crash,
and the songbirds like last night.
I'm gonna raise the roof,
I'm gonna carry on.
Give me an old trombone,
give me an old baton,
before the parade has be gun.