You Were Dead, You Know

Oh

Oh

Is it true?

Is it you?

Cunegonde!

Candide!

Cunegonde!

Candide!

Cunegonde!

Can—

Oh

Oh

Is it true?

Is it you?

Cunegonde!

Candide!

Oh my

Dear

Love

My

Dear

Love!

Dearest how can this be so?

You were dead, you know

You were shot and bayonetted, too

That is very true

Oh, but love will find a way

Then what did you do?

We'll go into that another day

Now let's talk of you

You are looking very well

Weren't you clever, dear, to survive!

I've a sorry tale to tell

I escaped more dead than alive

Love of mine, where did you go?

Oh, I wandered to and fro

Oh, what torture, oh, what pain—

Holland, Portugal and Spain—

Ah, what torture—

Holland, Portu—

Ah, what torture—

I would do it all again

To find you at last

Reunited after so much pain

But the pain is past

We are one again

We are one at last!

One again, one at last

One again, one at last!

One

One

One, one, one

One at last!