I'd Let My Golden Chances Pass Me

Some Enchanted Evening, You May See A Stranger Across A Crowded Room.

It Is A Modern Tragedy That Despair Has So Many Spokesmen, And Hope So Few.

Berlin's Great Secret Is That He Says Exactly What He Means; Sometimes He Hits A Gigantic Line Both Musically And Lyrically -- Almost Wagnerian In Its Strength.

But I'm Only A Cockeyed Optimist.

I'm As Restless As A Willow In A Windstorm.