And i mustn't give in. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I must wait for the sunrise.
Memory, Turn Your Face To The Moonlight.
I can dream of the old days. Eliot.it tells the story of a tribe of cats called the jellicles and the night they make the jellicle choice by deciding which cat will ascend to the heaviside layer and come back to a new life. I must think of a new life.
And A New Day Will Begin.
And the wind begins to moan. O' cat! before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend And a new day will begin.
Jellicles Can And Jellicles Do.
Has the moon lost her memory. If you think you won't cry, you're probably wrong. If you were and you are, you're a jellicle cat jellicle songs for jellicle cats jellicle songs for jellicle cats jellicle songs for jellicle cats jellicle songs for jellicle cats jellicle songs for jellicle cats we can dive through the air like a flying trapeze.
Invitation To The Jellicle Ball;
Burnt out ends of smoky days. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I remember a time i knew what happiness was.
