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A Quiet Thing / Hush, Little Baby Video (MV)






Sutton Foster - A Quiet Thing / Hush, Little Baby Lyrics




[ Featuring Megan McGinnis ]

When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It's funny but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thing
When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You'd think you'd hear a choir singing
It's a quiet thing

There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds?
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds

But I don't hear the drums
I don't hear the drums
And I don't hear the band
I don't hear the band
The sounds I'm told such moments bring
Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well, whatd'ya know?
Well, whatd'ya know?
It's a quiet thing
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing

Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockin' bird
And if that mockin' bird don't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass
Mama's gonna buy you a lookin' glass
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna sing you
Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby
Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockin' bird

There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds?
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds

But I don't hear the drums (so hush, little baby)
I don't hear the band (don't you cry)
The sounds I'm told such moments bring (mama's gonna sing you a lullaby)
Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well, whatd'ya know?
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing
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When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It's funny but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thing
When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You'd think you'd hear a choir singing
It's a quiet thing

There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds?
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds

But I don't hear the drums
I don't hear the drums
And I don't hear the band
I don't hear the band
The sounds I'm told such moments bring
Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well, whatd'ya know?
Well, whatd'ya know?
It's a quiet thing
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing

Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockin' bird
And if that mockin' bird don't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass
Mama's gonna buy you a lookin' glass
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna sing you
Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby
Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockin' bird

There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds?
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds

But I don't hear the drums (so hush, little baby)
I don't hear the band (don't you cry)
The sounds I'm told such moments bring (mama's gonna sing you a lullaby)
Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well, whatd'ya know?
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing
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Writer: Fred Ebb, John Kander
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management


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