Interpret:

Barbra Streisand

Album:

Yentl (OST)

Where is it written


„God, our merciful father,
I'm wrapped in a robe of light
Clothed in your glory
That spreads its wings over my soul.
May I be worthy.
Amen.“


There's not a morning I begin without
A thousand questions running through my mind,
That I don't try to find the reason
And the logic in the world that God designed.
The reason why
A bird was given wings,
If not to fly
And praise the sky
With every song it sings.
What's right or wrong.
Where I belong
Within the scheme of things.


And why have eyes that see and arms that reach
Unless you're meant to know there's something more?
If not to hunger for the meaning of it all.
Then tell me what a soul is for?
Why have the wings unless you're meant to fly?
And tell me please, why have a mind
If not to questin why?


And tell me where
Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be,
That I can't dare
To have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree,
Or have my share
Of every sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where, tell me where?


If I were only meant to tend the nest,
Then why does my imagination sail
Across the mountains and the seas,
Beyond the make-believe of any fairy tale?


Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine?
And what a waste
To have a taste
Of things that can't be mine?


And tell me where
Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be,
That I can't dare
To find the meanings in the mornings that I see,
Or have my share
Of every sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where
Where is it written?
Tell me where


Or if it's written anywhere?