Soundtrack Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street 




I feel you, Johanna


I feel you


Do they think that walls can hide you?


Even now I'm at your window


I am in the dark beside you


buried sweetly in your yellow hair, 


Johanna

And are you beautiful and pale, with yellow hair, like her?


I'd want you beautiful and pale, the way I've dreamed you were,


Johanna


And if you're beautiful what then with yellow hair, like wheat


I think we shall not meet again my little dove, my sweet


Johanna

I'll steal you, Johanna

Goodbye, Johanna


You're gone, and yet you're mine


I'm fine, Johanna, I'm fine

Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil, sign of the devil, set it on fire


Witch! Witch! Smell it sir, an evil smell, every night at the Vespers' bell, smoke that comes from the mouth of hell,


set it on fire


MIschief, mischief! Mischief!

And if I never hear your voice, my turtledove, my dear


I still have reason to rejoice the way your head is clear


Johanna

I feel you,


And in that darkeness when I'm blind with what I can't forget


Johanna


It's always morning in my mind, my little lamb, my pet


Johanna

You stay, Johanna


Johanna


The way I dreamed you were


Oh look, Johanna, a star


Buried sweetly in your yellow hair


A shooting star

There, there! Somebody somebody, look up there, didn't I tell you, smell that air, set it on fire


Quick, Sir, run and tell! Go on 'a Mole little ratchet spell, there it is, there it is, the ungodly smell, tell it to the


fiddle and police as well, tell 'em, tell 'em, help, fiend!


set it on fire


set it on fire


Mischief, mischief!

And though I'll think of you I guess, until the day I die,


I think I miss you less and less as every day goes by


Johanna

And you'd be beautiful and pale and look too much like her


If only angels could prevail we'd be the way we were


Johanna


I feel you, Johanna


Wake up, Johanna!


Unnerve the bright red day


We learn Johanna, to say


Goodbye

I'll steal you

Thanks to Krista for lyrics

Thanks to ema for corrections