What a Morning

Music by Frank Runyeon ’75, Lyrics by Chas Stone ‘76, American Zucchini (1975)

(Solo) What a morning, what a beautiful day, the sun is gleaming through the trees
The birds are up, singing tunes of happiness to me
I’ve got to say, it’s such a fine day, my head is a mile in the sky,
And I don't care what people say: soaring, way up high!

(Everybody!) What a morning, blossoms greet the cool air, a breeze is blowing by my face
A brighter day never shined in any other place
I’ve got to say, in my special way, how good it is being alive!
Climb up a tree so we can laugh at the sun
Do anything we please, we’ll be having fun!

What a feeling, what a marvelous way to “Hello! I’m doing fine.”
I’ll sing a song just to tell the world this day is mine.
I’ve got to say, in my special way,  Whatmorning!  What a beautiful day!  

East of the SUn

Music and Lyrics by Brooks Bowman ‘36, Stags at Bay (1935)

(Solo)  How I long to go away from all this busy world
To live in love and be alone with you.
But as there is no place I know of in this busy world
Where such a dream of love can come true
We must go up to the sky
We’ll find a place by and by
Where we can live, love, and forgive
The sun, the moon, the stars
You and I…

(Everybody!) East of the sun and west of the moon
We’ll build a dream house of love, dear
Near to the sun in the day, near to the moon at night
We’ll live in a lovely way, dear, living on love and pale moonlight
Just you and I, forever and a day
Love will not die: we’ll keep it that way
Up among the stars we’ll find a harmony of life to a lovely tune
East of the sun and west of the moon, dear,
East of the sun and west of the moon

Where there's A Song

Music by Jack Ball ’52, Lyrics by Craig Nalen ‘52, Too Hot For Toddy (1951)

Where there’s a song, there’s a birdie to sing,
Where there’s rain, there’s a flower in spring
Where there’s one, it’s more fun when there’s two
Where there’s a way, there is always a will
Where there’s cold, then there must be a chill
Where there’s Jack, look at Jill on a hill
Oh yes and where there’s oysters, there must be pearls
Where there’s boys, there’s gotta be girls
Where there’s a song, oh that’s the place where we belong!

Ham and Legs

Music by Glenn Paxton ’53, Lyrics by Robert Goldman ’53, Ham N’ Legs (1953)

We’re not the Folies Bergere, or the Met
We’re not Rodgers and Hammerstein yet!
So if you wanna throw eggs, throw eggs!
This is strictly ham and legs.

We’re not a ballet by Agnes De Mille.
We’re not a drama by Tennessee Will.
So if you wanna throw eggs, throw eggs!
This is strictly ham and legs.           

We can’t be very grand
With just a twelve-piece band.
Can’t make the grade like the Aquacade
When we haven’t got the acqua on hand

We’re not a movie by J. Arthur Rank
We’re being terribly, brutally frank
So if you wanna throw eggs, throw eggs!
This is strictly ham and legs!

Ships that Pass in the Night

Music and Lyrics by W. H. Smith ‘24, Drake’s Drum (1923)

All the ships that pass in the night
For havens far, and lands out of sight
Like maidens we have known of yore, soon vanish, to be seen no more
They bow, and smile, then fade in the darkness, Harbingers so bright!
Sail on, we will meet again!  All those stately ships that pass us in the night.