(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!