This was really difficult to do. These chords were nowhere on the internets (or at least where I
could find them), so I got my Sweeney Todd music book and I played with the piano music until I
finally was able to get this done. It s not perfect, but it is, if I may say so
myself, a moderately
good approximation. If you listen to the soundtrack, you ll be able to find out
who sings what, but
generally Sweeney is on top, then Anthony, then Johanna. The Beggar Woman does not sing at the
same time as any of them.
Have fun!
I feel you Johanna
I feel 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
Johanna
And are you beautiful and
pale, with yellow hair, like her?
I d want you beautiful and
pale, the way I dreamed you were
Johanna
Johanna
If you re beautiful what
then, with yellow hair, like wheat?
I think we shall not meet
again, my little dove, my sweet
Johanna
I ll steal you, Johanna
Goodbye, Johanna,
you re gone and yet you re mine
I m fine, Johanna, I m fine
Jo--hanna
Smoke! Smoke!
Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil!
City on fire! (xx3334)
Witch! Witch! Smell it sir!
An evil smell! Every night at the vespers bell
Smoke that comes from the mouth of Hell!
City on fire! City on fire!
Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!
And if I never hear your voice,
My turtle dove, my dear
I still have reason to rejoice
The way ahead is clear
Johanna
I ll marry Anthony Sunday,
Anthony Sunday
I feel
And in that darkness when I m
Blind with what I can t forget
you
It s always morning in my mind,
Johanna
My little lamb, my pet
Johanna
I knew you d come for me one day
Come for me one day
You stay, Johanna, the way I dreamed you are
Johan----na
Oh, look, Johanna, a
star
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
A shooting star...
There! There!
Somebody, somebody, look up there!
Didn t I tell you! Smell that air!
City on fire! (xx3334)
Quick, miss! Run and tell!
Warn them all of the witch s spell!
There it is! There it is! The unholy smell!
Tell it to the Beadle and the police as well!
Tell them! Tell them! Help! Fiend!
City on fire! City on fire!
Mischief! Mischief! Mischief!
(XX6554)
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Fiend! Alms, alms...
And though I ll think of you I
Guess, until the day I die
I think I miss you less and
Less as every day goes by
Johanna
Johanna
With you beside me on Sunday,
And you d be beautiful and
Married on Sunday
Pale, and look too much like her
If only angels could prevail
We d be the way we were
Johanna
I feel you Johanna
Married on Sunday Married on Sunday
Wake up, Johanna, another bright red day
We learn, Johanna, to say
Goodbye
I ll steal you
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