Without You Julie Andrews

[ELIZA]
What a fool I was, what a dominated fool
To think you were the earth and the sky
What a fool I was, what an addlepated fool
What a muddle-headed dolt was I
No, my reverberating friend
You are not the beginning and the end

There'll be spring every year without you
England still will be here without you
There'll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea
There'll be crumpets and tea
Without you

Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will survive without you
And there still will be rain
On that plain down in Spain
Even that will remain
Without you
I can do
Without you

You, dear friend, who talk so well
You can go to Hartford, Heresford and Hampshire