Flower Drum Song movie - A Hundred Million Miracles lyrics
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My father says that children keep growing,<br>
Rivers keep flowing too.<br>
My father says he doesn't know why, <br>
But somehow or other they do. <br>
--They do! some how or other they do.--<br>
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A hundred million miracles,<br>
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,<br>
And those who say they don't agree<br>
Are those who do not hear or see.<br>
A hundred million miracles,<br>
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,<br>
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--Miracle of changing weather:--<br>
When a dark blue curtain is pinned by the stars,<br>
Pinned by the stars to the sky,<br>
Ev'ry flow'r and tree is a treat to see,<br>
The air is very clean and dry.<br>
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Then a wind comes blowing the pins all away,<br>
Night is confused and upset!<br>
The sky falls down like a clumsy clown,<br>
The flowers and the trees get wet.--Very wet!--<br>
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A hundred million miracles,<br>
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,<br>
And when the wind shall turn his face, <br>
The pins are put right back in place!<br>
A hundred million miracles,<br>
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!<br>
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In ev'ry single minute so much is going on,<br>
Along the Yangtse Kiang or the Tiber or the Don.<br>
A hundred million miracles!<br>
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A swallow in Tasmania is sitting on her eggs,<br>
And suddenly those eggs have wings and eyes and beaks and legs!<br>
A hundred million miracles!<br>
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A little girl in Chungking, just thirty inches tall,<br>
Decides that she will try to walk and nearly doesn't fall!<br>
A hundred million miracles!<br>
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A hundred million miracles, a hundred million miracles,<br>
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!<br>
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My father says the sun will keep rising over the eastern hill.<br>
My father says he doesn't know why but somehow or other it will.<br>
--It will! somehow or other it will.--<br>
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(Reprise)<br>
--Miracle of making music:--<br>
When an idle poet puts words on a page,<br>
Writes on a page with his brush,<br>
A musical friend writes the notes to blend<br>
Suggested by an idle thrush.<br>
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Then a young soprano reads what they wrote,<br>
Learns every note, every word,<br>
Puts all they wrote in her lovely throat,<br>
And suddenly a song is heard!<br>
--Very Pretty!--<br>
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A hundred million miracles, a hundred million miracles,<br>
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!<br>
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