Johanna
Stephen Sondheim
I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
I was half convinced I'd waken
Satisfied enough to dream you
Happily, I was mistaken
Johanna
I'll steal you, Johanna
I'll steal 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
I feel you, Johanna
And one day, I'll steal you
'Til I'm with you and I'm with you there
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair