PIERROT
Try it? What do you mean? I’m not the sun.
MAN
Ah, but you can be—and starlight and moonlight! How long was it—now tell me—since the thought came to you in the morning—I’ll bring her—I’ll bring her a vi’let? Oho—I know—(sings)
Sweet was the honeymoon,
Swift it passed away—
Now we’re steady married folk—
Day after day.
It’s only for a short time—in the beginning—that every day’s a new day. After that it’s just always the same—always the same—and no risin’ o’ the sun in the mornin’—no chirp of birds—and no singin’ in the heart.
PIERROT