CHRISTOPHER LEE LYRICS

1. I, Don Quixote

Hear me now
Oh thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be
And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!

Oh, I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha
Destroyer of evil am I
I will march to the sound of the trumpets of glory
Forever to conquer or die

I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho!
I'll follow my master till the end
I'll tell all the world proudly
I'm his squire! I'm his friend!

Hear me, heathens and wizards
And serpents of sin –
All your dastardly doings are past!
For a holy endeavour is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!

I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of La Mancha –
My destiny calls and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward
Oh whither soever they blow!
Whither soever they blow –
Onward to glory I go!

2. The Impossible Dream

To dream ... the impossible dream...
To fight... the unbeatable foe...
To bear... with unbearable sorrow...
To run... where the brave dare not go...
To right... the unrightable wrong...
To love... pure and chaste from afar...
To try... when your arms are too weary...
To reach... the unreachable star...

This is my quest, to follow that star...
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far...
To fight for the right, without question or pause...
To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause...

And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm,
when I'm laid to my rest...
And the world will be better for this:
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach... the unreachable star...

3. The Toreador March

Votre toast, je peux vous le rendre,
Señors, señors car avec les soldats
oui, les toréros, peuvent s'entendre;
Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs,
ils ont les combats !

Car c'est la fête du courage !
C'est la fête des gens de cœur !
Allons ! en garde !
Allons ! allons ! Ah !

Toréador, en garde ! Toréador !
Toréador !
Et songe bien, oui,
songe en combattant
Qu'un œil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !

Tout d'un coup, on fait silence,
On fait silence… ah ! que se passe-t-il ?
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant !
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant !

Le taureau s'élance
en bondissant hors du toril !
Il s'élance ! Il entre, il frappe !…
un cheval roule,
entraînant un picador,
"Ah ! Bravo ! Toro !" hurle la foule,
le taureau va... il vient...
il vient et frappe encore !

En secouant ses banderilles,
plein de fureur, il court !
Le cirque est plein de sang !
On se sauve… on franchit les grilles !
C'est ton tour maintenant !
Allons ! en garde ! allons ! allons ! Ah !

Toréador, en garde ! Toréador !
Toréador !
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un œil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !

Toréador, en garde ! Toréador !
Toréador !
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un œil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !

4. My Way (Radio Edit)

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

5. I, Don Quixote (Extended Version)

May I set the stage?
I shall impersonate a man
Come, enter into my imagination and see him!
His name, Alonso Quijana, a country squire
No longer young... bony, hollow-faced... eyes
That burn with the fire of inner vision.
Being retired, he has much time for books.
He studies them from morn to night and often through
the night as well. And all he reads oppresses him...
Fills him with indignation at man's murderous
Ways toward man.
And he conceives the strangest
Project ever imagined, to become a knight-errant
And sally forth into the world to right all wrongs.
No longer shall he be plain Alonso Quijana...
But a dauntless knight known as -
Don Quixote de La Mancha!

Hear me now
Oh thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be
And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!

Oh, I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha
Destroyer of evil am I
I will march to the sound of the trumpets of glory
Forever to conquer or die

I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho!
I'll follow my master till the end
I'll tell all the world proudly
I'm his squire! I'm his friend!

Hear me, heathens and wizards
And serpents of sin –
All your dastardly doings are past!
For a holy endeavour is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!

I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of La Mancha –
My destiny calls and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward
Oh whither soever they blow!
Whither soever they blow –
Onward to glory I go!

6. The Impossible Dream (Extended Version)

To dream ... the impossible dream...
To fight... the unbeatable foe...
To bear... with unbearable sorrow...
To run... where the brave dare not go...
To right... the unrightable wrong...
To love... pure and chaste from afar...
To try... when your arms are too weary...
To reach... the unreachable star...

This is my quest, to follow that star...
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far...
To fight for the right, without question or pause...
To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause...

And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm,
when I'm laid to my rest...
And the world will be better for this:
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach... the unreachable star...

7. The Toreador March (Extended Version)

Votre toast, je peux vous le rendre,
Señors, señors car avec les soldats
oui, les toréros, peuvent s'entendre;
Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs,
ils ont les combats !

Car c'est la fête du courage !
C'est la fête des gens de cœur !
Allons ! en garde !
Allons ! allons ! Ah !

Toréador, en garde ! Toréador !
Toréador !
Et songe bien, oui,
songe en combattant
Qu'un œil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !

Tout d'un coup, on fait silence,
On fait silence… ah ! que se passe-t-il ?
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant !
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant !

Le taureau s'élance
en bondissant hors du toril !
Il s'élance ! Il entre, il frappe !…
un cheval roule,
entraînant un picador,
"Ah ! Bravo ! Toro !" hurle la foule,
le taureau va... il vient...
il vient et frappe encore !

En secouant ses banderilles,
plein de fureur, il court !
Le cirque est plein de sang !
On se sauve… on franchit les grilles !
C'est ton tour maintenant !
Allons ! en garde ! allons ! allons ! Ah !

Toréador, en garde ! Toréador !
Toréador !
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un œil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !

Toréador, en garde ! Toréador !
Toréador !
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un œil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toréador, l'amour, l'amour t'attend !







CHRISTOPHER LEE LYRICS