Anna Kendrick - The Schmuel Song lyrics

[Jamie] Schmuel would work till half-past ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist Forty-one years had come and gone at his tailor shop in Klimovich Watching the winters soldier on, there was one thing Schmuel missed "If I only had time," old Schmuel said "I would build the dress that's in my head A dress to fire The mad desire Of girls from here to Minsk But I have no more hours left to sew" Then the clock upon the wall began to glow... And the clock said: "Na na na na, na na na Oh Schmuel, you'll get to be happy! Na na na na, na na na I give you unlimited time! Na na na na, na na na So Schmuel, go sew and be happy!" But Schmuel said "No, no, it's not my lot I've gotta make do with the time I've got" "Oh, look at the time" Schmuel was done at half-past ten and he said "Good night, old Klimovich" Put on his coat to go, but then the clock cried, "Wait! Not yet! Even though you're not wise or rich You're the finest man in Klimovich Listen up, Schmuel Make one stitch and you'll see what you get" But Schmuel said "Clock, it's much too late I'm at peace with life I accept my fate..." But the clock said "Schmuel! One stitch and you will Unlock the dreams you've lost!" So Schmuel, with reluctance, took his thread He pulled a bolt of velvet and said "I should take out my teeth and go to bed I'm sitting her with talking clocks instead!" And the clock said: "Na na na na, na na na Oh Schmuel, you'll get to be happy! Na na na na, na na na I give you unlimited time Na na na na, na na na Just do it and you can be happy!" So Schmuel put the thread through the needle's eye And the moon stared down from a starless sky And he pushed the thread through the velvet black And he looked, and the clock was turning Back So he grabbed his shears and he cut some lace As the hands moved left on the old clock's face And his fingers flew and the fabric swirled It was nine-fifteen all around the world Every cut and stitch was a perfect fit As if God Himself were controlling it! And Schmuel cried through a rush of tears "Take me back! Take me back all forty-one years!" And on it went down that silent street Till Schmuel's dress was at last complete And he stretched his arms And he closed his eyes And the morning sun finally started to rise And the dress he made on that endless night Was a dress that would make any soul take flight Not a swatch, not a skein had gone to waste Every ribbon and bu*ton ideally placed And swen into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams Dreams that you could feel Coming real And that very dress, so the papers swore Was the dress a girl in Odessa wore On the day she promised forevermore To love a young man named Schmuel Who only one day before Had knocked at her kitchen door Plenty have hoped and dreamed and prayed But they can't get out of Klimovich If Schmuel had been a cute goyishe maid He'd've looked a lot like you Maybe it's just that you're afraid to go out on to a limb-ovich Maybe your heart's completely swayed But your head can't follow through But shouldn't I want the world to see The brilliant girl who inspires me? Don't you think that now's a good time to be The ambitious freak you are? Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar Say hello to Cathy Hiatt, big-time star! 'Cause I say: Na na na na na na na na Cathy, you get to be happy! Na na na na na na na I give you unlimited time! Na na na na na na na Stop temping and go and be happy! Here's a headshot guy and a new BackStage Where you're right for something on every page Take a breath Take a step Take a chance Take your time Have I mentioned today How lucky I am To be in love with you?!