Il testo della You mean more to me

Bob cratchit: i don't need a fortune,
Hidden in a shoe,
Many men have fortunes,
But they don't have you.
When i look at you, i'm richer than a king,
Yes, you mean more to me than anything.

(spoken) up you go, son!
Mrs cratchit: goodbye, my loves.

Bob cratchit: we shall buy some apples.

Tiny tim: mum will love them so!
Father, look, the theatre!

Bob cratchit: when we're rich, we'll go.

Both: all the joys of christmas,
Bundled up with string.

Tiny tim: but you mean more to me...

Bob cratchit: you mean more...

Both: yes, you mean more to me than anything.

(spoken)
Turkey seller: here's a fine bird; my prize turkey.
Bob cratchit: how much is it?
Turkey seller: i'll take a sovereign.
Bob cratchit: that's a little bit out of our price range.

Tiny tim: i don't need a feast, dad,
All i'd get is fat.
I don't need a turkey,
How'd i eat all that?
I shall be content no matter what you bring.
You mean more to me,

Bob cratchit: you mean more to me,

Both: you mean more to me than anything.