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No, it’s obviously a song.

No, it’s obviously a song.

No, it’s obviously a song.

The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Williams. It is not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you.

John's Musical Palace.
John Williams "Get Off My Scoring Stage" Building
John Williams and Sony's Scoring Stage
Johnny's Musical Playhouse 
Aren't You Glad this is Not the Hans Zimmer Music Building
Johnny's Hive of Scum and Villainy 
John's Fortress of Solitude--Now with Studio Executives 
John's House of Scoring

Beautiful 
 

Just so you guys know, the UK version DOES feature isolated score on 4K disc, even though it is not advertised on the back cover.
 

 
Karol

Yup!
 
-Erik-

I won't start conducting before you promise to release all my Star Wars scores on CD complete and remastered by Mike Matessino!

This 2005 100% reuse fee really seems like an exercise in cutting ones nose off to spite their face, or shooting yourself in the foot. If no-one can afford or is willing to pay an orchestra 100% of their original fee for re-use of the music, then no-one benefits. Not the players, the composer, studio and certainly not the fans. It's a broken system.

Mike posted more information on FSM about the unknown Never Song and Stick With Me singers
 
The songs were sent to many of the singers on the project and to key people in the session singer community going back nearly two years, and no one could ID those voices. (And I was quite paranoid that doing this would result in news about the release leaking out!)
 
The Guild ultimately asserted that our efforts were satisfactory and that we could proceed with the release of the tracks, with the understanding that payment in kind would be made if we ever find out who the voices are, and also that I see that their credits are added to any new printings of the packaging, plus update the metadata.
 
The Guild actually didn't have anything on file for the movie whatsoever, not even the choir list (yet they did on the Home Alone scores, so it's a mystery).
 
https://filmscoremonthly.com/board/posts.cfm?threadID=152698&forumID=1&archive=0

This is more or less just a canon form, that Williams uses quite often as some kind of echo of the first voice in the second voice, not a fugue.
Like here:
 
 

Huh. I thought at least some of them would be references to old songs or shanties or something.

Makes sense to me!
 
explanation slightly altered:
 
Shadows, memories (and) lingering laughter, reach out (and) touch me, half my life(time) after (they happened)

There's a very short (only 10-20 seconds?) but quite formally 'correct' fugue on brass interpolated seemingly quite randomly into the end of ESB (during the Falcon's escape, if memory serves), but I can't quite locate it just at the moment.
 
Ah, got it:
 
 
Agree that many of the examples above don't strike me as being fugues in any sense I understand the term.

Basically the same for "Quidditch, Third Year", I  think. 

I don't hear anything fugal in Asteroid chase. There's lots of counterpoint, but it's not a fugue.

Thought it might be useful and/or interesting to see all of Leslie Bricusse's lyrics to the various songs from Hook written down somewhere, so here goes.
 
I'll take my best shot at transcribing what I can hear on the new Ultimate Edition 3 CD set. Anything I'm not convinced I'm not hearing as a mondegreen I'll put in italics - please take a listen to these bits in particular for yourself and see if you can hear them better than me. Anything I can't make out all all, I'll just put ??? and you're welcome to make your own suggestions.
 
Mark
 
 
We Don’t Wanna Grow Up (Disc 1, Track 2; Disc 3, Track 1)
We wanna be like Peter Pan:
We don’t wanna grow up.
Wanna stay kids as long as we can;
That’s our plan – pretty neat plan!
 
Then, when it’s time to be a man,
We’re not gonna show up.
Gonna stay kids like we began;
Just like Peter Pan!
 
Being a man means you gotta show up
For work each day in a shirt and a tie – yuck!
Being grown-up means you gotta call up
Your friends and say ‘Can’t stay, gotta fly’ – ach!
 
We’ve got an even neater plan,
Sit down and listen up:
We all oughta be like Peter Pan,
We don’t wanna grow up!
 
We never never never never
Never never never never
Never ever wanna grow up.
Yuck!
 
 
Childhood (Disc 3, Track 3)
Shadows, memories, lingering laughter.
Reach out, touch me, half my life after.
Glimpses, moments, smiling inside me.
Spirits that guide me back to the days of childhood, childhood.
 
Echoes, whispers, I can still hear them.
Something makes me long to be near them.
Places, faces, dreams I’d forgotten.
Dreams that had gotten lost in the haze of childhood, childhood.
 
Where our dreams go, who can say?
They live inside us somewhere.
And they guide us every day,
Like a friend who’ll always be there.
 
Picture childhood: summer and sunshine.
Misty memories make everyone shine.
Cherish childhood as every child should.
Gather the golden moments the way a carefree child would,
And, when the world’s asleep,
Childhood’s the dream you’ll dream and keep.
 
Cherish childhood as every child should.
Gather the golden moments the way a carefree child would
And, when the world’s asleep,
Childhood’s the dream you’ll dream and keep.
 
 
When You’re Alone – Moira’s Lullaby (Disc 3, Track 4)
There’s an angel watching you,
When you’re alone.
 
 
Presenting the Hook (Disc 3, Track 24)
Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!
Hook! Hook! Give us the Hook!
Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!
Hook! Hook! Show us the Hook!
(repeat ad lib)
 
 
Low Below – Pirate Sequence (Disc 3, Track 8)
Down in the deep below, full fifty fathoms, 
Dead men are sure to get to sleep tonight! 
You'll meet your mates below: hale an' hearty dead men! 
Bed, board an' keep are very cheap! Dead right!

Low below, we're food for all the fishes!
Low below, they're havin' us for lunch! 
Low below, the fishes can be vicious! 
Down at fifty fathoms where the wind don't blow! 
 
Where the sharks'll chew your bones! 
Turn your teeth to coral stones!
Near the grave of Davy Jones,
Low below!
  
Low Below, where dead men go!
Low below, the time goes slow!
Low Below, your bones’ll show!
There’s the grave of Davy Jones: low below!
 
1:39 - 'Hookers'
Look, look, ‘s got to be Hook’s hook!
(Well, you should know)
Symbol of fortune and fame
(Keep ze fame – I’ll take ze fortune)
 
James Hook, son of a sea cook,
(That’s not all he’s a son of)
Jimmy is our claim to fame.
(Him and a few hundred more I could mention)
 
Swordsman, poet, debaucher,
Hobbies: sailing and torture
Hookers, beautiful lookers,
That’s what he calls us:
Jimmy created our name!
 
James Hook, son of a sea cook,
Jimmy is our claim to fame.
 
2:25 - 'Pirate Makeover Salon'
Yo ho ho! Sir? Aye. Listen:
I want to look as fierce as Hook
No dissin’?
Homey? Mmm?
Ya got an eye patch? Show me.
Fresh! What a catch I am!
A hole? A mole?
Heads are gonna roll!
Gonna eat ‘em up whole!
Now you'll chill them to the bottom of their souls!
Yo ho ho!
 
Smee? ‘Sup? How about a Hook tattoo?
Word up!
Knock me in me mouth with a hammer.
Ooh, so rough I am.
 
A snip? A flip?
A bad boy clip with a Cap’n Hook tip?
Brother, better not trip or I’ll bust your lip
Yo ho ho!
 
This Peter Pan highboy, he ain’t no flyboy.
He'll take him and break him
And shake him and bake him
And make him give his propers to the Hook.
 
 
3:25 - In the Tavern
It’s fun to maim, kill and plunder,
Drink till you’re dead,
It’s lovely playing football with a human head,
Or dunking kids in a hot pot, p’raps two or three.
We boil ‘em one by one, they’re tasty when they’re done
Delicious eating children’s ears for tea.
Two, three, four:
 
It’s hell to lose a limb,
Like him, and him, and him.
But quite a nifty way of losing weight!
(Too true, mate!)
 
And don’t forget: your knee was once a tree.
Drinks are on Smee.
[script has ‘…on me’]
 
Low Below, where dead men go.
Low below, the time goes slow.
Low Below, your bones’ll show.
There’s the grave of Davy Jones: low below.
 [script has ‘Near the grave…’]
 
Hook! Hook! Hook!
Show us the Hook!
Hook! Hook! Hook!
Give us the Hook!
(repeat ad lib)
 
 
The Never Song (Disc 3, Track 11)
In Neverland, there’s a song we never sing: The Never Song.
At the start of Never Spring, we always never sing it
In Never Winter too; it’s the nicest Never Song we never knew.
 
And Never Food is the food we never eat in Neverland,
Every time we never meet.
We always never eat it for every Never Lunch.
It’s the finest Never Food you’ll never munch.
 
Before every meal, we never wash our faces,
Never brush our teeth, we never comb our hair.
We never take Never Trips Never Places
Because we're almost always never there.
 
In Neverland, things are always never planned,
In Neverland, things are never out of hand.
We hate to never say it, we’re always never wrong:
We always love to never sing the Never Song.
 
You’ll love ‘em – the words – if you can learn ‘em;
No way, José - never!
They’re crazy, they’re mad! So, OK, burn ’em,
We’ll learn ‘em tomorrow, like when we play our Never Games.
 
They’re the games we never play in Neverland.
Almost every Never Day.
We always never play them in Neverland Lagoon,
Every morning, when it’s never afternoon.
 
And then, every Never Night, when Never Moons are shining,
Never Stars appear, the Never Sky is clear.
We never write never home to our parents,
Because they’re always never ever here in Neverland.
 
You must never understand, we sing along
With the latest Never Band.
We sing each Never Evening, all Never Summer long,
We always love to never sing most never ever anything,
Especially the never-ending Never Song.
 
 
Mothers (Disc 3, Track 15)
Mothers are amazing things,
Mothers are angels wearing no wings.
Mothers do things just for us;
Minimum grumbling, minimum fuss
 
More than mere mothers, mothers are friends,
Their kind of caring never ends.
 
Mothers far outshine a star,
Every last one shines bright as the sun shines,
Showing the wonders mothers are.
 
It’s hard to figure, when you are seven,
What makes a mother shine.
P’raps when I’m older, ten or eleven or maybe even nine.
 
And, if you decide to roam,
While you are wandering,
If you are wondering,
Always remember: mother is home.
 
Mothers are lovely, they’re really lovely,
And they’re amazing too.
 
 
Stick With Me (Disc 3, Track 16)
 
(Come here, boy)
 
Looking at where we’re at sensibly,
Boy, if you will spend a little time with me,
You can be – I guarantee – anything you want to be.
Be a winner: stick with me.
 
‘Snot a sin, living in luxury,
Using your imagination, you will see,
Hooked to me, you’ll surely be anything you want to be
I’m a winner: stick with me.
 
Wanna be an actor? Go ahead and be an actor!
Wanna be a doctor? I approve that too!
Wanna be a neuropsychiatric etymologist?
Let me see what I can do.
 
There’s no doubt I live outrageously,
In a world the rabble never get to see.
Total raging ecstasy, everything you dreamed ‘twould be.
Be a dreamer: stick with me.
 
You can be a preacher, or a teacher teaching Nietzsche,
You can be a traitor or dictator or a waiter,
Every day, you’ll see caviar for tea,
Anything! Stick with me.
 
If you’re bright, view it quite shamelessly.
Boy, you won’t regret the time you spend with me.
You can be – I guarantee – anything you want.
Stick with me.
 
 
Believe (Disc 3, Track 19)
Great things can happen if you believe,
Greater than any make-believe.
Daydreams, we never achieve them;
Believe them and you’ll see them come true.
 
Believers have magic they love to weave,
Something given to very few.
They know the value of rainbows,
So join them and then you’ll know it too.
 
Believing above all’s a state of mind
Treasure rich as you’ll ever find.
Blessings you cannot conceive
Await you when you start to believe.
 
Believing will bring you unbounded joy,
Joy you’ll be proud to receive.
Use it, don’t ever lose it,
And each day will become Christmas Eve
 
And some day, in time, when you’ve lived and learned,
You’ll share all of the powers you’ve earned.
Wisdom will shine in your mind
And, leaving every bad thought behind,
You will find that you now truly do believe.
 
 
 
Pick ‘Em Up (Disc 1, Track 24)
Pick ‘em up! Move ‘em down.
Pick ‘em on up. Move ‘em on down.
 
Ain’t no time to celebrate,
You are old and overweight.
Gotta lose a million pounds,
Get your fat butt off the ground.
 
Reach on down and touch your toes,
How long since you looked at those?
Shape up, lose weight,
Get thin, gotta win.
 
Make your knees go up and down,
Get that belly off the ground.
Jumping Jacks are good for you,
Now your face is turning blue.
 
Swing your arms around your back,
Give yourself a heart attack.
Gotta train in the rain,
Gotta run in the sun.
 
In the snow, ten below,
Gotta moan, gotta groan,
Better yet, gotta sweat,
 
Pick ‘em up! Move ‘em down.
Pick ‘em on up. Move ‘em on down.
 
 
 
When You’re Alone (Disc 1, Track 28)
When you’re all alone, far away from home,
There’s a gift the angels send when you’re alone.
 
Every day must end, but the night’s our friend.
Angels always send a star when you’re alone.
 
At night, when I’m alone, I lie awake and wonder:
Which of them belongs to me.
Which one I wonder?
 
And any star I choose watches over me,
So I know I’m not alone, when I’m here on my own.
Isn’t that a wonder, when you’re alone?
You’re not alone – not really alone.
 
The stars are all my friends, ‘till the night-time ends,
So I know I’m not alone, when I’m here, on my own,
Isn’t that a wonder, when you’re alone?
You’re not alone – not really alone.

Ah, that would make more sense! I’ll have a listen and see if I hear it the same as you…

"Can't remember. Next question."

My colleague has returned from Spain and pressed fresh copies of Heidi/Jane Eyre and The Long Goodbye into my trembling, expectant hands. I'd only just started to get over the excitement of Hook, too.
 
Thoughts on Heidi? Certainly better than the mid-90s LXE release that I've had for nearly thirty years but not listened to much. Am I right in gleaning from earlier threads that the LXE was sourced from the narrated album but with the narration removed, plus suffered from some looping of the music to fit the narration? It's a good fun score even though, like so many releases from back then, it's very short indeed and many tracks leave me wanting more. Mind you, my loss is @Thor's gain in that area, I'm sure.
 
Jane Eyre, though, is really good. This is the first release of it I've had, so it's a new discovery for me. What a lovely main theme. I can see why it seems to be one of JW's favourites.
 
Mark

Thought it might be useful and/or interesting to see all of Leslie Bricusse's lyrics to the various songs from Hook written down somewhere, so here goes.
 
I'll take my best shot at transcribing what I can hear on the new Ultimate Edition 3 CD set. Anything I'm not convinced I'm not hearing as a mondegreen I'll put in italics - please take a listen to these bits in particular for yourself and see if you can hear them better than me. Anything I can't make out all all, I'll just put ??? and you're welcome to make your own suggestions.
 
Mark
 
 
We Don’t Wanna Grow Up (Disc 1, Track 2; Disc 3, Track 1)
We wanna be like Peter Pan:
We don’t wanna grow up.
Wanna stay kids as long as we can;
That’s our plan – pretty neat plan!
 
Then, when it’s time to be a man,
We’re not gonna show up.
Gonna stay kids like we began;
Just like Peter Pan!
 
Being a man means you gotta show up
For work each day in a shirt and a tie – yuck!
Being grown-up means you gotta call up
Your friends and say ‘Can’t stay, gotta fly’ – ach!
 
We’ve got an even neater plan,
Sit down and listen up:
We all oughta be like Peter Pan,
We don’t wanna grow up!
 
We never never never never
Never never never never
Never ever wanna grow up.
Yuck!
 
 
Childhood (Disc 3, Track 3)
Shadows, memories, lingering laughter.
Reach out, touch me, half my life after.
Glimpses, moments, smiling inside me.
Spirits that guide me back to the days of childhood, childhood.
 
Echoes, whispers, I can still hear them.
Something makes me long to be near them.
Places, faces, dreams I’d forgotten.
Dreams that had gotten lost in the haze of childhood, childhood.
 
Where our dreams go, who can say?
They live inside us somewhere.
And they guide us every day,
Like a friend who’ll always be there.
 
Picture childhood: summer and sunshine.
Misty memories make everyone shine.
Cherish childhood as every child should.
Gather the golden moments the way a carefree child would,
And, when the world’s asleep,
Childhood’s the dream you’ll dream and keep.
 
Cherish childhood as every child should.
Gather the golden moments the way a carefree child would
And, when the world’s asleep,
Childhood’s the dream you’ll dream and keep.
 
 
When You’re Alone – Moira’s Lullaby (Disc 3, Track 4)
There’s an angel watching you,
When you’re alone.
 
 
Presenting the Hook (Disc 3, Track 24)
Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!
Hook! Hook! Give us the Hook!
Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!
Hook! Hook! Show us the Hook!
(repeat ad lib)
 
 
Low Below – Pirate Sequence (Disc 3, Track 8)
Down in the deep below, full fifty fathoms, 
Dead men are sure to get to sleep tonight! 
You'll meet your mates below: hale an' hearty dead men! 
Bed, board an' keep are very cheap! Dead right!

Low below, we're food for all the fishes!
Low below, they're havin' us for lunch! 
Low below, the fishes can be vicious! 
Down at fifty fathoms where the wind don't blow! 
 
Where the sharks'll chew your bones! 
Turn your teeth to coral stones!
Near the grave of Davy Jones,
Low below!
  
Low Below, where dead men go!
Low below, the time goes slow!
Low Below, your bones’ll show!
There’s the grave of Davy Jones: low below!
 
1:39 - 'Hookers'
Look, look, ‘s got to be Hook’s hook!
(Well, you should know)
Symbol of fortune and fame
(Keep ze fame – I’ll take ze fortune)
 
James Hook, son of a sea cook,
(That’s not all he’s a son of)
Jimmy is our claim to fame.
(Him and a few hundred more I could mention)
 
Swordsman, poet, debaucher,
Hobbies: sailing and torture
Hookers, beautiful lookers,
That’s what he calls us:
Jimmy created our name!
 
James Hook, son of a sea cook,
Jimmy is our claim to fame.
 
2:25 - 'Pirate Makeover Salon'
Yo ho ho! Sir? Aye. Listen:
I want to look as fierce as Hook
No dissin’?
Homey? Mmm?
Ya got an eye patch? Show me.
Fresh! What a catch I am!
A hole? A mole?
Heads are gonna roll!
Gonna eat ‘em up whole!
Now you'll chill them to the bottom of their souls!
Yo ho ho!
 
Smee? ‘Sup? How about a Hook tattoo?
Word up!
Knock me in me mouth with a hammer.
Ooh, so rough I am.
 
A snip? A flip?
A bad boy clip with a Cap’n Hook tip?
Brother, better not trip or I’ll bust your lip
Yo ho ho!
 
This Peter Pan highboy, he ain’t no flyboy.
He'll take him and break him
And shake him and bake him
And make him give his propers to the Hook.
 
 
3:25 - In the Tavern
It’s fun to maim, kill and plunder,
Drink till you’re dead,
It’s lovely playing football with a human head,
Or dunking kids in a hot pot, p’raps two or three.
We boil ‘em one by one, they’re tasty when they’re done
Delicious eating children’s ears for tea.
Two, three, four:
 
It’s hell to lose a limb,
Like him, and him, and him.
But quite a nifty way of losing weight!
(Too true, mate!)
 
And don’t forget: your knee was once a tree.
Drinks are on Smee.
[script has ‘…on me’]
 
Low Below, where dead men go.
Low below, the time goes slow.
Low Below, your bones’ll show.
There’s the grave of Davy Jones: low below.
 [script has ‘Near the grave…’]
 
Hook! Hook! Hook!
Show us the Hook!
Hook! Hook! Hook!
Give us the Hook!
(repeat ad lib)
 
 
The Never Song (Disc 3, Track 11)
In Neverland, there’s a song we never sing: The Never Song.
At the start of Never Spring, we always never sing it
In Never Winter too; it’s the nicest Never Song we never knew.
 
And Never Food is the food we never eat in Neverland,
Every time we never meet.
We always never eat it for every Never Lunch.
It’s the finest Never Food you’ll never munch.
 
Before every meal, we never wash our faces,
Never brush our teeth, we never comb our hair.
We never take Never Trips Never Places
Because we're almost always never there.
 
In Neverland, things are always never planned,
In Neverland, things are never out of hand.
We hate to never say it, we’re always never wrong:
We always love to never sing the Never Song.
 
You’ll love ‘em – the words – if you can learn ‘em;
No way, José - never!
They’re crazy, they’re mad! So, OK, burn ’em,
We’ll learn ‘em tomorrow, like when we play our Never Games.
 
They’re the games we never play in Neverland.
Almost every Never Day.
We always never play them in Neverland Lagoon,
Every morning, when it’s never afternoon.
 
And then, every Never Night, when Never Moons are shining,
Never Stars appear, the Never Sky is clear.
We never write never home to our parents,
Because they’re always never ever here in Neverland.
 
You must never understand, we sing along
With the latest Never Band.
We sing each Never Evening, all Never Summer long,
We always love to never sing most never ever anything,
Especially the never-ending Never Song.
 
 
Mothers (Disc 3, Track 15)
Mothers are amazing things,
Mothers are angels wearing no wings.
Mothers do things just for us;
Minimum grumbling, minimum fuss
 
More than mere mothers, mothers are friends,
Their kind of caring never ends.
 
Mothers far outshine a star,
Every last one shines bright as the sun shines,
Showing the wonders mothers are.
 
It’s hard to figure, when you are seven,
What makes a mother shine.
P’raps when I’m older, ten or eleven or maybe even nine.
 
And, if you decide to roam,
While you are wandering,
If you are wondering,
Always remember: mother is home.
 
Mothers are lovely, they’re really lovely,
And they’re amazing too.
 
 
Stick With Me (Disc 3, Track 16)
 
(Come here, boy)
 
Looking at where we’re at sensibly,
Boy, if you will spend a little time with me,
You can be – I guarantee – anything you want to be.
Be a winner: stick with me.
 
‘Snot a sin, living in luxury,
Using your imagination, you will see,
Hooked to me, you’ll surely be anything you want to be
I’m a winner: stick with me.
 
Wanna be an actor? Go ahead and be an actor!
Wanna be a doctor? I approve that too!
Wanna be a neuropsychiatric etymologist?
Let me see what I can do.
 
There’s no doubt I live outrageously,
In a world the rabble never get to see.
Total raging ecstasy, everything you dreamed ‘twould be.
Be a dreamer: stick with me.
 
You can be a preacher, or a teacher teaching Nietzsche,
You can be a traitor or dictator or a waiter,
Every day, you’ll see caviar for tea,
Anything! Stick with me.
 
If you’re bright, view it quite shamelessly.
Boy, you won’t regret the time you spend with me.
You can be – I guarantee – anything you want.
Stick with me.
 
 
Believe (Disc 3, Track 19)
Great things can happen if you believe,
Greater than any make-believe.
Daydreams, we never achieve them;
Believe them and you’ll see them come true.
 
Believers have magic they love to weave,
Something given to very few.
They know the value of rainbows,
So join them and then you’ll know it too.
 
Believing above all’s a state of mind
Treasure rich as you’ll ever find.
Blessings you cannot conceive
Await you when you start to believe.
 
Believing will bring you unbounded joy,
Joy you’ll be proud to receive.
Use it, don’t ever lose it,
And each day will become Christmas Eve
 
And some day, in time, when you’ve lived and learned,
You’ll share all of the powers you’ve earned.
Wisdom will shine in your mind
And, leaving every bad thought behind,
You will find that you now truly do believe.
 
 
 
Pick ‘Em Up (Disc 1, Track 24)
Pick ‘em up! Move ‘em down.
Pick ‘em on up. Move ‘em on down.
 
Ain’t no time to celebrate,
You are old and overweight.
Gotta lose a million pounds,
Get your fat butt off the ground.
 
Reach on down and touch your toes,
How long since you looked at those?
Shape up, lose weight,
Get thin, gotta win.
 
Make your knees go up and down,
Get that belly off the ground.
Jumping Jacks are good for you,
Now your face is turning blue.
 
Swing your arms around your back,
Give yourself a heart attack.
Gotta train in the rain,
Gotta run in the sun.
 
In the snow, ten below,
Gotta moan, gotta groan,
Better yet, gotta sweat,
 
Pick ‘em up! Move ‘em down.
Pick ‘em on up. Move ‘em on down.
 
 
 
When You’re Alone (Disc 1, Track 28)
When you’re all alone, far away from home,
There’s a gift the angels send when you’re alone.
 
Every day must end, but the night’s our friend.
Angels always send a star when you’re alone.
 
At night, when I’m alone, I lie awake and wonder:
Which of them belongs to me.
Which one I wonder?
 
And any star I choose watches over me,
So I know I’m not alone, when I’m here on my own.
Isn’t that a wonder, when you’re alone?
You’re not alone – not really alone.
 
The stars are all my friends, ‘till the night-time ends,
So I know I’m not alone, when I’m here, on my own,
Isn’t that a wonder, when you’re alone?
You’re not alone – not really alone.