Past & Present: Very Best of Michael Ball

(Claude-Michel Schonberg/Alain Boubil/Herbert Kretzmer) There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain goes on and on Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution Here it was they lit the flame He

Prepare ye the way of the Lord, For a duck may be somebody's mother, She lives on the edge of a swamp, Where the weather is always damp. You may think that this is the end, Well it is, but to prove we're all liars, We're going to sing it again, Only

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