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