(Tim Rice/John Farrar)      I do not love you Isabella   I never have I never will   I saunter through this ceremony   Confidence high, enthusiasm nil   My reasoning need not detain you   But woman it's not all bad news   Very few find peace and succor   In the spouse or life that they choose      He will crush you   Has no pity   Wave on wave on wave of grief      I shall love him   Understand him   That he loves me in my belief      I do not need you Isabella   If I did we'd not be here   We'd be in some lovers' haven   Our way ahead and dreams so clear   I welcome you into my family   Into its dark internal wars   Let me enter into battle   I have the will, I have the cause      Noone leaves him   But they're damaged   And stripped of every vestige of good   Is he man or is he devil?    I see but dread the likelihood      I shall not stay poor Isabella   So never heed my marriage vow   Believe in time you won't regret this   Though it may disturb you now   Abandon all attempts to love me   Don't fool yourself that's what you feel   When you at last decide to hate me   At least your emotion will be real      Wolfish, savage   Tuned to madness   Love is stifled, joy denied      I do hate him   I am wretched   A cold contaminated bride      Isabella! Isabella!       I do not love you Isabella   I never have I never will   I saunter through this ceremony   Confidence high, enthusiasm nil   My reasoning need not detain you   But woman it's not all bad news   Very few find peace and succor   In the spouse or life that they choose      Isabella! Isabella!