Oscar Hammerstein, (1895-1960) American Song Writer Quotes

A song is not a song until you sing it. Love in your heart is not put there to stay. Love is not love until you give it way.

There is a very real relationship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of this world.

Climb every mountain Search high and low Follow every byway Every path you know Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow Till you find your dream A dream that will need All the love you can give Every day of your life For as long as you live Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow Till you find your dream A dream that will need All the love you can give Every day of your life For as long as you live Climb every mountain Ford every stream Follow every rainbow Till you find your dream.

I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun Of my proud protestations of faith in romance, And they'll say I'm naive as a babe to believe Every fable I hear from a person in pants. Fearlessly I'll face them and argue their doubts away, Loudly I'll sing about flowers in spring, Flatly I'll stand on my little flat feet and say Love is a grand and a beautiful thing! I'm not ashamed to reveal The world famous feelin' I feel. I'm as corny as Kansas in August, High as the flag on the 4th of July No more a smart little girl with no heart, I have found me a wonderful guy! I am in a conventional dither, With a conventional star in my eye. And you will note there's a lump in my throat When I speak of that wonderful guy! I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May, A cliche comin' true! I'm bromidic and bright As a moon-happy night Pourin' light on the dew! I'm as corny as Kansas in August, High as a flag on the Fourth of July! If you'll excuse an expression I use, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy! I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May, A cliche comin' true! I'm bromidic and bright As a moon-happy night Pourin' light on the dew! I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love I'm in love with a wonderful guy!

Some enchanted evening You may see a stranger, you may see a stranger Across a crowded room And somehow you know, You know even then That somewhere you'll see her Again and again. Some enchanted evening Someone may be laughin', You may hear her laughin' Across a crowded room And night after night, As strange as it seems The sound of her laughter Will sing in your dreams. Who can explain it? Who can tell you why? Fools give you reasons, Wise men never try. Some enchanted evening When you find your true love, When you feel her call you Across a crowded room, Then fly to her side, And make her your own For all through your life you May dream all alone. Once you have found her, Never let her go. Once you have found her, Never let her go!

The hills are alive with the sound of music With songs they have sung for a thousand years The hills fill my heart with the sound of music My heart wants to sing every song it hears My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray I go to the hills when my heart is lonely I know I will hear what I've heard before My heart will be blessed with the sound of music And I'll sing once more.

When the skies are a bright canary yellow I forget every cloud I've ever seen, So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green. I have heard people rant and rave and bellow That we're done and we might as well be dead, But I'm only a cockeyed optimist And I can't get it into my head. I hear the human race Is fallin' on its face And hasn't very far to go, But every whippoorwill Is sellin' me a bill, And tellin' me it just ain't so. I could say life is just a bowl of Jello* And appear more intelligent and smart, But I'm stuck like a dope With a thing called hope, And I can't get it out of my heart! Not this heart... * Jello, a brand name for a product made of gelatin or ground up animal bones.

The number of people that will not go to a show they don't want to see is unlimited.

You've got to be taught To hate and fear You've got to be taught From year to Year It's got to be drummed in your dear little ear You've got to be carefully taught You've got to be taught To be Afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made And people whose skin Is a different shade You've got to be carefully taught You've got to be taught Before it's too late Before you are 6 or 7 or 8 To hate all the people your relatives hate You've got to be carefully taught.

A star has come out to tell me it's time to go.