Sian Phillips Noson yng Nghwmni...

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-# It's not where you start,

-it's where you finish

-# It's not how you go,

-it's how you land

-# A hundred to one shot,

-they call him a klutz

-# He can outrun the favourite,

-all he needs is the guts #

-Ladies and gentlemen,

-Miss Sian Phillips.

-# If you start at the top,

-you're certain to drop

-# You've got to watch your timing

-# Better begin by climbing

-up, up, up the ladder

-# If you're going to last,

-you can't make it too fast

-# Nobody starts a winner.

-Give me a slow beginner

-# Easy does it,

-conserve your fine endurance

-# Easy does it,

-for that's your life insurance

-# While you are young

-# Take it rung after rung

-after rung after rung #

-Oh, the opening of shows

-are so tricky, aren't they?

-What we're really doing

-is sizing each other up.

-I'm thinking...

-.."I hope she finishes those crisps

-before I get to the ballad."

-You're thinking, "Is she still

-married to Omar Sharif?"

-It's a bit like a first date.

-The nerves.

-Wanting to make a good impression.

-I'm thinking,

-"Did I wear the right dress?"

-You're thinking, "No, you didn't."

-But why worry

-about first impressions?

-# It's not where you start,

-it's where you finish

-# It's not how you go,

-it's how you land

-# A hundred to one shot,

-they call him a Klutz

-# He can outrun the favourite,

-all he needs is the guts

-# Your final return

-will not diminish

-# And you can be

-the cream of the crop

-# It's not where you start,

-it's where you finish

-# And you're gonna finish on top #

-Thank you.

-Hello! Good evening.

-Are you well?

-Are you well?

-

-Yes.

-It's lovely to be back in Wales.

-And so lovely to hear your name

-pronounced properly.

-My first billing on a poster...

-..was to promote

-a Welsh Arts Council touring play.

-What did I see?

-The title of the play, the names

-of the playwright, the producer...

-..and those of the leading actors.

-On the bottom, it read,

-'And introducing Stan Phillips'!

-And that was in Aberdare!

-English people called me Shane,

-Cheyenne and Sean.

-Every day, someone says,

-"Is there a Sigh-anne in the room?"

-This is the point where the

-management usually asks you...

-..to switch off your mobile phones.

-I say - don't worry about them!

-During a performance of Great

-Expectations at the RSC years ago...

-..I came on as Miss Havisham

-and I could hear a mobile phone.

-It was on silent,

-but I could hear it buzzing.

-However, I ploughed on and so did

-the phone and I thought, "Tut tut!"

-Then I looked down...

-..and saw that my bosom

-was not only vibrating...

-..but it was also lit up!

-Don't ask me why I'd slipped

-the phone into my bodice...

-..but it added a whole new dimension

-to Miss Havisham!

-So I'm in no position

-to talk about mobile phones.

-Keep it on. Take the call.

-If it's interesting, put it on

-conference and we can all listen!

-Years ago, a group of Welsh people

-travelled to New York...

-..to ask Stephen Sondheim to write

-an opera based on the Mabinogion.

-He reached for a book off the shelf

-and it was the Mabinogion!

-How many English people,

-or Welsh people even...

-..own a copy of the Mabinogion?

-He's a remarkable man.

-At that time, he didn't feel

-he could write an opera.

-Wouldn't it have been wonderful

-if he had chanced his arm?

-One of the gentlemen who had that

-magnificent idea is here tonight.

-I'm delighted to say that

-Geraint Stanley Jones is among us.

-Sondheim wrote this song.

-It's about an innocent girl

-who's on holiday abroad...

-..who meets a boy from a place

-with a long name.

-She can't understand

-why he doesn't respond to her.

-# Tall and slender like an Apollo

-# He goes walking by

-and I have to follow him

-# The boy from

-Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego

-# Santa Malipas Zatatecas

-La Junta Del Sol Y Cruz

-# When we meet

-I feel I'm on fire

-# And I'm breathless

-every time I enquire

-# How are things in Tacarembo

-La Tumbe Del Fuego Santa Malipas

-# Zatatecas La Junta Del Sol Y Cruz?

-# Why when I speak does he vanish?

-# Why is he acting so clannish?

-# I wish I understood Spanish

-# When I tell him I think

-he's the end

-# He giggles a lot with his friend

-# Tall and slender,

-moves like a dancer

-# But I never seem to get any answer

-# From the boy from

-Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego

-# Santa Malipas Zatatecas

-La Junta Del Sol Y Cruz

-# I've got the blues

-# Why are his trousers vermilion?

-# Why does he claim he's Castilian?

-# Why do his friends

-call him Lillian?

-# And I hear at the end of the week

-# He's leaving to start a boutique

-# Though I smile I'm only pretending

-# Cos I know today's

-the last I'll be spending

-# With The boy from

-Tacarembo La Tumbe Del Fuego

-# Santa Malipas Zatatecas

-La Junta Del Sol Y Cruz

-# Tomorrow he sails

-# He's moving to Wales

-# To live in

-# Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrn

-drobwllllantysiliogogogoch #

-Oh!

-I grew up speaking Welsh only.

-When I went to the grammar school

-in Pontardawe...

-..I realized I spoke the dialect

-of the little village of Alltwen.

-Father called it

-'Cymraeg talcen slip'...

-..and people called it

-'Cymraeg Cerrig Calch.'

-Eic Davies, our teacher,

-smartened up our Welsh...

-..but I still love Alltwen-speak!

-Islwyn Williams, the author,

-lived in Alltwen.

-Mam taught me to recite

-some of his short stories.

-I'll never forget them.

-Here's a taste of my favourite.

-It's the story of Sami...

-..a henpecked little man

-who became the boss at home...

-..after he became

-an unlikely star...

-..when he became the drummer

-of the village brass band.

-Dafydd Jams starts the story.

-The first time I realized

-Sami had his eye on the drum...

-..was the night Isaac had a stroke.

-It was a Friday night.

-The first thing I thought was...

-..well, the band

-has lost its drummer.

-I had no objection

-to Sami getting the job. No, no.

-I just thought he was

-a little bit too... harmless.

-When a man refers to his wife

-as Mrs Davies...

-LAUGHTER

-..and she refers to him as

-that useless husband of mine...

-..you think

-he'll never be a drummer.

-But a cornet nominated him

-and a clarinet seconded it...

-..and so Sami was chosen

-as the drummer on a trial basis.

-Sami shocked us all.

-He played that drum like a veteran.

-First class drumming,

-from start to finish.

-Dafydd Jams later describes

-an evening after a concert.

-Lisa Davies speaks first.

-What did you say? What's for supper?

-Have you been drinking or has

-that drum affected your brain?

-Sami then piped up.

-If I hear another word

-about this drum...

-..there will be

-a hell of a place here!

-Do you hear? A hell of a place!

-Not another word about the drum,

-if you please!

-Do you know who you're talking to?

-"Yes, I'm talking to my wife,"

-said Sami as he spat into the fire.

-She didn't say a single word.

-She went to the pantry and cooked

-the best meal he'd ever tasted.

-Was he telling the truth?

-I can't be sure.

-But I know one thing for a fact.

-She now calls him Our Samuel...

-..and he doesn't call her

-Mrs Davies any more.

-I saw him last night

-and this is what he said.

-"Taking soup to work

-in a Thermos flask?"

-"Well, well! That's a good idea."

-"I'll let her indoors know."

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-There aren't many taboos

-left these days.

-But...

-..when a woman

-looks good for her age...

-..people whisper "Oh, she must have

-had a lot of work done".

-No woman wants to talk about it...

-..even if it's obvious half her face

-is in a pedal bin in Harley Street.

-LAUGHTER

-No-one has written a song about

-how to preserve youth and beauty...

-..so I was pleased to come across

-this Christopher Wortley song.

-# Some people

-are forever making faces

-# They smile, they frown,

-they pout in sweet embraces

-# You can read them like a book

-# Every mood a different look

-# So it's a shame

-# That this Botox girl

-will always look the same #

-LAUGHTER

-When I was at school

-in Pontardawe...

-..I rehearsed the part of Blodeuwedd

-in the play by Saunders Lewis.

-Dafydd Rowlands

-was Llew Llaw Gyffes.

-But Glamorgan County Council

-cancelled the performance...

-..because it was

-unsuitable for young people!

-It was in the Western Mail.

-Shock. Horror!

-Young People

-Corrupted By Immoral Play.

-I was disappointed

-but I later recorded Blodeuwedd.

-I also played Esther, Siwan

-and I had a part in Brad.

-The most important play for me

-was Gymerwch Chi Sigaret...

-..which was my first experience

-of working with Saunders.

-He was so important

-in the world of drama...

-..Sigaret was reviewed

-by the English press...

-..who didn't understand

-a word of it!

-We had a big success and Saunders

-took me under his wing...

-..and organized

-the beginning of my career.

-He taught me so much.

-When I went to the Academy,

-he wrote...

-..'You now have to learn to live

-on the knife-edge of insecurity'.

-He was right too.

-He taught me about un-Welsh things,

-especially food!

-He would take me to the only French

-restaurant in Wales, back then.

-It was in a dangerous place -

-Tiger Bay!

-That's where

-he introduced me to garlic...

-..rare steak and red wine!

-And there was oil on the lettuce!

-In his house in Penarth...

-..he taught me if one didn't have

-the makings of vinaigrette...

-..one could dress a salad with milk!

-Do you think that was his invention?

-Saunders gave me good food

-and great parts.

-I must have been 15

-when I learned Blodeuwedd...

-..but I still remember

-quite a lot of it.

-Here, Blodeuwedd talks to her maid,

-Rhagnell, at the start of the play.

-She tries to explain how lonely

-and isolated she feels...

-..as a woman made of flowers.

-At the end of the excerpt,

-Gronw Pebr is approaching...

-..and the drama takes a twist.

-Oh.

-You can never, never,

-never understand my grief.

-No-one can understand.

-You don't know what it means

-to be lonely.

-Your world is full.

-You have a home, loved ones

-and a family.

-Parents and brothers.

-You are never estranged

-in the world.

-Wherever men have trodden

-is your habitat.

-Gwynedd, where your

-ancestors roamed, is your home.

-A shelter for you built by

-generations of your forebears.

-You are comfortable

-in your own country.

-It's as though you're in a bed

-made for you...

-..by the hands of love

-which for an age awaited you.

-I can find nothing familiar

-in the ways of mankind.

-Search Gwynedd and Britain

-in its entirety.

-I have no family tomb.

-And the world is cold.

-It is alien to me.

-No bond of love

-or tether of a nation have I.

-And that is the fear which grips me.

-I fear my freedom.

-I am a rudderless ship

-on the sea of humanity.

-Hark!

-Whose horn is yonder?

-We all like to be applauded.

-Marlene Dietrich was a past master

-at whipping up the audience...

-..and creating applause.

-A friend of mine watched her prepare

-for this one afternoon on tour.

-During the rehearsal she would ask

-to see three of the usherettes.

-She would buy a large bunch of

-flowers and divide them into three.

-Now listen to me, girls!

-You stand there.

-You stand there.

-And you in centre.

-When I am taking my bows

-and the applause is dying down...

-..you come down with your flowers,

-and I will not see you at first.

-Then I go, "Oh, flowers - for me!"

-As I'm bowing

-you are coming down there.

-I am looking the other way...

-..and then I go,

-"Oh, no! What a surprise!"

-Don't be nervous!

-What is your name? Edna!

-Just look in my eyes, Edna,

-and hold the flowers up high.

-And I am so grateful.

-And you are coming down the middle

-and the audience will be screaming.

-And when I see you I go,

-"No, no, no! It is too much!"

-"Thank you, thank you!"

-You keep looking in my eyes.

-You will be wonderful.

-The audience will be very happy.

-And they were - hysteria guaranteed,

-every night.

-After the show, Marlene cut the

-stems and put them in a bucket...

-..ready for the next day!

-You'd see none of that

-at a Jacques Brel concert.

-I was lucky enough, years ago,

-to walk in off the street...

-..into the Olympia Theatre in Paris

-and see Jacques Brel in concert.

-He didn't seem to want us

-to applaud at all.

-At the end of each song,

-he turned away.

-We would applaud and he would turn

-back and launch into the next song.

-So stylish!

-He was like an emperor.

-Here's a song I heard

-on that unforgettable night.

-# If you go away

-on this summer day

-# Then you might as well

-take the sun away

-# All the birds that flew

-in the summer sky

-# When our love was new

-and our hearts were high

-# When the day was young

-and the night was long

-# And the moon stood still

-for the nightbird's song

-# If you go away

-# If you go away

-# If you go away

-# But if you stay,

-I'll make you a day

-# Like no day has been

-or will be again

-# We'll sail on the sun.

-We'll ride on the rain

-# We'll talk to the trees

-and worship the rain

-# And if you go, I'll understand

-# Leave me just enough love

-to fill up my hand

-# If you go away

-# If you go away

-# If you go away

-# Ne me quitte pas

-# Il faut oublier

-tout peut s'oublier

-# Qui s'enfuit deja

-# Oublier le temps

-des malentendus

-# Et le temps perdu

-a savoir comment

-# Oublier ces heures

-qui tuaient parfois

-# A coups de pourquoi

-le coeur de bonheur

-# Ne me quitte pas

-# Ne me quitte pas

-# Ne me quitte pas

-# But if you stay

-I'll make you a night

-# Like no night has been

-or will be again

-# I'll sail on your smile,

-I'll ride on your touch

-# I'll talk to your eyes

-that I love so much

-# But if you go, I won't cry

-# The good has gone from goodbye

-# If you go away

-# If you go away

-# If you go away

-# If you go away,

-as I know you must

-# There's nothing left

-in the world to trust

-# Just an empty room

-full of empty space

-# Like the empty look

-I see on your face

-# Though I'd have been

-the shadow of your shadow

-# If it might have kept me

-by your side

-# Don't go away

-# Don't go away

-# Please don't go away #

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-I grew up

-surrounded by strong women.

-My grandmother, Mam,

-Meriel her sister...

-..and Great Aunt Rosina.

-She was an evangelist.

-A little Welsh girl who ran away

-at 14 to be a preacher.

-She was a huge success, preaching

-to thousands in Wales and in London.

-As my aunts said in awe...

-.."Touring coast to coast

-across America - twice!"

-I saw her once in Ty Mawr

-when I was about five years old.

-She was scary.

-Piercing pale eyes, black dress,

-jet brooch, black Gladstone bag.

-She was often moved to sing

-in the pulpit.

-The family dreaded that

-and would slide down in their seats.

-She had a voice

-like a wounded donkey.

-I've spent a lot of my time

-playing some pretty monstrous women.

-Livia from I Claudius...

-..and Mrs Driver from The Borrowers.

-Do you remember The Borrowers?

-Tiny people

-who lived behind the skirting.

-Mrs Driver the housekeeper

-was hell-bent on killing them.

-Apparently, the shot of my huge face

-at the mouse hole...

-..looking for The Borrowers...

-..is one of the scariest stills

-in the BBC archives!

-I have a funny relationship

-with animals.

-I see myself as having

-a wonderful way with them.

-And yet, my canary has

-tried to kill himself three times!

-I couldn't visit my mother

-without her parrot attacking me.

-It was the same on the farm.

-The pony

-delivered milk to the village.

-I longed for him to come home so

-I could jump up for a lovely ride.

-Every evening without fail,

-he'd go five paces, roll over...

-..and try to kill me!

-I didn't understand it

-but I was never discouraged.

-I'm still not, because I'm convinced

-I'm lovely and kind.

-# I'm lovely

-# All I am is lovely

-# Lovely is the one thing I can do

-# Winsome

-# What I am is winsome

-# Radiant as in some

-dream come true

-# Oh, isn't it a shame?

-# I can neither sew nor cook

-# Nor read or write my name

-# But I'm happy

-# Merely being lovely

-# For it's one thing

-I can give to you #

-My delusion knows no bounds!

-Rodgers and Hart wrote

-the first musical I was ever in.

-The show was called Pal Joey.

-What did people expect? Not much.

-My mother decided

-not to come to the opening.

-She said she didn't want to see me

-make a fool of myself!

-On opening night, I made my entrance

-from the back of the auditorium.

-Nobody could see me there.

-I was shaking like a leaf

-in my fantastic John Bates dress.

-Suddenly,

-the door behind me opened...

-..and a drunk wandered in

-from the Mile End Road.

-He linked arms with me.

-The music started up.

-What could I do?

-I kicked him in the shin,

-gave him a push towards the door...

-..and hissed, "Bugger off!"

-He went reeling

-back into the Mile End Road...

-..and I walked on into a show

-that transferred to the West End...

-..and ran for over a year.

-Wonderful!

-I sang for the first time

-during that year-long run.

-I had a deep voice,

-like Paul Robeson!

-Marlene Dietrich

-also had a deep voice, of course.

-People started saying

-I had to play Marlene one day.

-Years later, Pam Gems

-wrote a play for me about Marlene.

-She was a creature of superlatives.

-The most beautiful woman

-in the world.

-The highest paid movie star

-in the world.

-One of my favourite Marlene stories

-is of her in Paris in the 1960s.

-She was making a movie called

-Paris When It Sizzles.

-She had a small part. A cameo.

-Two scenes.

-Scene 1 - Marlene sitting in a

-Rolls Royce on the Avenue Montaigne.

-The Rolls comes down

-and stops outside Christian Dior.

-Scene 2 - Marlene enters Dior

-and buys a floor-length fur coat.

-On the day. Car. Camera. Action!

-Nothing happens.

-Action!

-Nothing.

-An assistant is sent

-to see what's wrong.

-After a lot of hand waving,

-he comes back looking pale.

-What was wrong?

-"She won't start shooting...

-..until you agree she can keep

-the fur coat," said the assistant.

-LAUGHTER

-Impossible! Consternation!

-George Axelrod, the Producer says,

-"Leave it to me!"

-Up the Avenue Montaigne, a lot

-of hand waving, then he returns.

-"OK! You can start shooting."

-"Phew! So everything's alright?"

-"Yes.

-She's got the car now as well."

-This is one of the songs

-which made Marlene famous.

-It's as relevant now

-as when it was written...

-..by one of the great 20th century

-songwriters, Pete Seeger.

-# Where have all the flowers gone?

-# Long time passing

-# Where have all the flowers gone?

-# Long time ago

-# Where have all the flowers gone?

-# Young girls picked them,

-every one

-# When will they ever learn?

-# When will they ever learn?

-# Where have

-all the young girls gone?

-# Long time passing

-# Where have

-all the young girls gone?

-# Long time ago

-# Where have

-all the young girls gone?

-# Taken husbands, every one

-# When will they ever learn?

-# When will they ever learn?

-# Where have all the young men gone?

-# Long time passing

-# Where have all the young men gone?

-# Long time ago

-# Where have all the young men gone?

-# Gone for soldiers, every one

-# When will they ever learn?

-# When will they ever learn?

-# Where have all the soldiers gone?

-# Long time passing

-# Where have all the soldiers gone?

-# Long time ago

-# Where have all the soldiers gone?

-# Gone to graveyards, every one

-# When will they ever learn?

-# When will they ever learn?

-# Where have

-all the graveyards gone?

-# Long time passing

-# Where have

-all the graveyards gone?

-# Long time ago

-# Where have

-all the graveyards gone?

-# Covered with flowers, every one

-# When will they ever learn?

-# When will they ever learn?

-# Where have all the flowers gone?

-# Long time passing

-# Where have all the flowers gone?

-# Long time ago

-# Where have all the flowers gone?

-# Young girls picked them, every one

-# When will they ever learn?

-# When will they ever learn? #

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-Marlene Dietrich may have been

-a nightmare, but she was no fool.

-She was well aware

-of the debt she owed...

-..to her arranger, accompanist

-and orchestra conductor.

-She always made a big fuss

-in her cabaret...

-..of referring to Burt Bac-a-Wack!

-LAUGHTER

-I am also aware of the debt I owe to

-my arranger and orchestra conductor.

-Tonight, he's at the piano.

-Ladies and gentlemen,

-please greet Kevin Amos.

-APPLAUSE

-Dylan Thomas wrote, 'Praise the

-Lord! We are a musical nation.'

-There's a story about King Edward,

-or was it George?

-The one who married Queen Mary,

-the one with the pearls!

-When they came to Swansea,

-they were given a huge welcome.

-At the end of a long day,

-the king was heard to say...

-.."Don't wave at them, Mary!

-They'll only start singing again!"

-When I'm abroad,

-I'm sometimes asked where Wales is.

-That annoys me because down the

-years, we've produced such giants.

-Apparently,

-there 13 Welsh signatories...

-..on the American Declaration

-of Independence.

-Wales has so much to be proud of...

-..but her prevailing mood is,

-I think, one of melancholy.

-We're terrific worriers.

-Even when things are going well,

-our theme tune is...

-..There Are Bad Times

-Just Around The Corner.

-Richard Burton

-told me a great story.

-He and his brother, Ivor,

-were in a car park in Switzerland...

-..waiting for Sibyl, Richard's wife,

-to give birth to their first child.

-Richard and Ivor

-had fallen asleep in the car.

-Nurse comes out, wakes Richard up

-and beckons him into the hospital.

-The baby was born.

-Mother and daughter were fine.

-Richard comes back to the car,

-taps on the window...

-..and Ivor wakes up and says,

-"Dont tell me both dead!"

-Calon Lan is a simple hymn.

-It's the first thing I performed in

-public, when I was four years old.

-I remember some things

-about that day.

-The smell of the chapel polish,

-the toffee-coloured varnish...

-..and sunshine

-streaming through the windows.

-No stained glass

-for Congregationalists!

-I was in my best dress.

-It was yellow, with a 12 inch hem...

-..which Mam would let down

-inch by inch for years.

-# I ask not for ease and riches

-# Nor earth's jewels for my part

-# But I have the best of wishes

-# For a pure and honest heart

-# Oh, pure heart so true and tender

-# Fairer than the lilies white

-# The pure heart alone can render

-# Songs of joy

-# Both day and night

-# Should I cherish earthly treasure

-# It would fly on speedy wings

-# The pure heart

-a plenteous measure

-# Of pure pleasure daily brings

-# Oh, pure heart so true and tender

-# Fairer than the lilies white

-# The pure heart alone can render

-# Songs of joy

-# Both day and night #

-When I was very young,

-I went to a party...

-..in a beautiful

-but very small Knightsbridge house.

-We were enjoying a buffet,

-all seated on small gilt chairs...

-..and I was nervous because

-I was sitting next to Noel Coward.

-But things were going well.

-Then it was pudding.

-As I reached for the plate,

-my napkin slid down to the floor.

-I leaned over to pick it up

-and when I straightened...

-..I saw that some of my dessert

-had slipped off the plate...

-..straight onto Noel Coward's lap.

-I'll never forget that feeling!

-I was too young to deal with it,

-so I pretended it hadn't happened.

-So did Noel.

-He draped his napkin

-over the raspberry coulis...

-..and went on chatting.

-What a gentleman.

-He's one of the people

-I most admire in the theatre.

-He could do everything.

-I admired his courage.

-He had experienced failure

-and disappointment.

-He never complained.

-He went on working.

-He didn't waste a minute

-of his life.

-This is a song he wrote

-about a woman...

-..who discovered, in the nick

-of time, that life is for living!

-Forgive me for singing this

-in Noel's language.

-# In a bijou abode

-in St. Barnabus Road

-# Not far from the Esher bypass

-# Lived a mother and wife

-who for most of her life

-# Let every adventure fly past

-# She had two strapping daughters

-and a rather dull son

-# And a much duller husband

-who, at 61

-# Elected to retire

-# And later on expire

-# Sing Hallelujah, heigh-nonny-no

-# Heigh-nonny-no, heigh-nonny-no

-# He joined the feathered choir

-# On a wet afternoon

-in the middle of June

-# They all of them

-came home soaking

-# Having laid him to rest

-by special request

-# In the family vault in Woking

-# And then

-in the middle of the funeral wake

-# With her mouth

-full of excellent Madeira cake

-# His widow cried

-# That's done!

-# My life's at last begun

-# Sing Hallelujah, heigh-nonny-no

-# Heigh-nonny-no, heigh-nonny-no

-# It's time I had some fun

-# Today, though hardly a jolly day

-# At least has set me free

-# We'll all have a lovely holiday

-# On the island of Capri

-# In a bar on the Piccola Marina

-# Life called

-to Mrs Wentworth-Brewster

-# Fate beckoned her

-and introduced her

-# Into a rather queer,

-unfamiliar atmosphere

-# She'd just sit there,

-propping up the bar

-# Beside a fisherman

-who sang to a guitar

-# When accused

-of having gone too far

-# She merely cried

-"Funiculi, just fancy me, funicula!"

-# Just for fun,

-three young sailors from Messina

-# Bowed low

-to Mrs Wentworth-Brewster

-# Said "Scusi",

-and politely goosed her

-# Then there was quite a scene-a

-# Her family in floods of tears said

-"Leave these men, Mama!"

-# She said,

-"Theyre just high-spirited

-# "As all Italians are!

-# "And most of them have a great

-deal more to offer than Papa!"

-# In the bar on the Piccola Marina #

-Unfortunately, the time has come

-for me to say goodnight.

-Thank you for being

-such a warm and welcoming audience.

-There's something special

-about a warm, Welsh welcome.

-I hope you enjoyed the evening

-half as much as I enjoyed it.

-Until next time, goodnight.

-Goodbye.

-# So nice seeing you again

-# So nice seeing you again

-# It would be so nice

-seeing you again

-# Again

-# It was so nice

-to see that familiar grin

-# I wouldn't think twice

-if you said you're in

-# It would be so nice

-seeing you again

-# Again

-# And if our love

-the first time round

-# Suffered a reversal

-# Well maybe our love

-the first time round

-# Was just a dress rehearsal

-# Cause it was nice

-seeing you again

-# So nice seeing you again

-# It would be so nice

-seeing you again

-# Again

-# Ah, ah

-# So nice

-# Ah, ah

-# And if it means

-the time's gone by

-# And we haven't found a new love

-# Well maybe it means

-that we should try

-# The good old deja vu love

-# Cause it was nice

-seeing you again

-# So very nice

-seeing you again

-# So nice seeing you again

-# Again

-# Seeing you again, again

-# Seeing you again

-# Again #

-Goodnight.

-S4C subtitles by Eirlys A Jones

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