歌词
SANCHO
Your Reverence, could I talk to him?
PADRE
I'm afraid he won't hear you.
SANCHO
(moving toward the bed)
Then, I won't say much.
Just a few words... to lighten his heart.
A little gossip... a little chat...
A little idle talk of this and that...
I'll tell him all the troubles I have had,
And since he doesn't hear,
At least he won't feel bad.
(to Don Quixote)
When I first got home my wife Teresa beat me,
But the blows fell very lightly on my back.
She kept missing ev'ry other stroke
And crying from the heart
That while I was gone
She'd gone and lost the knack!
Of course, I hit her back, Your Grace,
but she's a lot harder than I am,
and you know what they say...
"Whether the stone hits the pitcher
or the pitcher hits the stone
it's going to be bad for the pitcher"
(to the Padre)
A little gossip... a little chat...
A little idle talk of this and that...
If no one listens,
Then it's just as well,
At least I won't get caught in any lies I tell!
(to Don Quixote)
Oh, I haven't fought a windmill in a fortnight
And the humble joys get duller ev'ry day,
Why, when I'm asleep a dragon
With his fiery tongue a-waggin'
Whispers, "Sancho.
Won't you please come out and play?"