(Tim Rice/John Farrar)



I do not love you Isabella

I never have I never will

I saunter through this ceremony

Confidence high, enthusiasm nil

My reasoning need not detain you

But woman it's not all bad news

Very few find peace and succor

In the spouse or life that they choose



He will crush you

Has no pity

Wave on wave on wave of grief



I shall love him

Understand him

That he loves me in my belief



I do not need you Isabella

If I did we'd not be here

We'd be in some lovers' haven

Our way ahead and dreams so clear

I welcome you into my family

Into its dark internal wars

Let me enter into battle

I have the will, I have the cause



Noone leaves him

But they're damaged

And stripped of every vestige of good

Is he man or is he devil? 

I see but dread the likelihood



I shall not stay poor Isabella

So never heed my marriage vow

Believe in time you won't regret this

Though it may disturb you now

Abandon all attempts to love me

Don't fool yourself that's what you feel

When you at last decide to hate me

At least your emotion will be real



Wolfish, savage

Tuned to madness

Love is stifled, joy denied



I do hate him

I am wretched

A cold contaminated bride



Isabella! Isabella! 



I do not love you Isabella

I never have I never will

I saunter through this ceremony

Confidence high, enthusiasm nil

My reasoning need not detain you

But woman it's not all bad news

Very few find peace and succor

In the spouse or life that they choose



Isabella! Isabella!