Opening
LILY:
Clusters of crocus
Purple and gold
Blankets of pansies
Up from the cold
Lilies and iris
Safe from the chill
Safe in my garden
Snowdrops so still
FAKIR:
Ah
A’o jadu ke mausam
A’o garmiyo ke din
A’o mantra tantra yantra
Us ki bimari hata’o
CHILDREN’S VOICES:
Mistress Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
Not so well, she said, see, the lily’s dead
Pull it up, and out you go
Mistress Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
Had an early frost, now it’s gone, it’s lost
Dig it up, you’re out, you’re up
You’re out, you’re up
And out you go
There’s a Girl
DREAMERS:
Can it be a dream
Surely it must seem
Like a frightful dream
How can this be true
Won’t her mother come
Come, wake her up to play
Won’t her father say
Here’s a rose for you
There’s a girl whom no one sees
There’s a girl whose left alone
There’s a heart that beats in silence
For the life she’s never known
For the life she’s never known
The House Upon the Hill:
DREAMERS:
High on the hill sits a big old house
With something wrong inside it
Spirits haunt the halls
And make no effort now to hide it
What will put their souls to rest
And stop their ceaseless sighing
Why do they call out children’s names
And speak of one who’s crying
MRS. MEDLOCK: (spoken)
Well you’re right not to care.
You’re uncle certaintly isn’t going
to trouble himself about you.
DREAMERS:
And the masters hear the whispers
On the stairways dark and still
And the spirits speak of secrets
In the house upon the hill
MRS. MEDLOCK: (spoken)
He’s a hunchback, you see
And a sour young man he was,
and got no good of all his money
and big place till her were married.
MARY: (spoken)
To my Aunt Lily?
MRS. MEDLOCK: (spoken)
She were a sweet, pretty thing and he’d
have walked the world over to get her
a blade of glass that she wanted.
When she died, it made him worse than ever.
DREAMERS:
High on the hill sits a big old house
With something wrong inside it
Someone died and someone’s left
Alone and can’t abide it
There in the house is a lonely man
Still haunted by her beauty
Asking what a life can be
Where naught remains but duty
MARY: (spoken)
Is it always so ugly here?
MRS. MEDLOCK: (spoken)
It’s the moor. Miles and miles
of wild land that nothing grows
on but Heather and Gorse and Broom,
and nothing lives on but wild
ponies and sheep.
MARY: (spoken)
What is that awful howling sound?
MRS. MEDLOCK: (spoken)
That’s the wind blowing through the bushes.
They call it wuthering that sound.
But look there, that tiny light
far across there.
That’ll be the gate it will.
DREAMERS:
And the masters hear the whispers
On the stairways dark and still
And the spirits speak of secrets
In the house upon the hill
I Heard Someone Crying
MARY (LILY):
(Ooooo…..)
I heard someone crying
Who though could it be
Maybe it was mother
Calling out, come see
Maybe it was father
All alone, and lost and cold
I heard someone crying
Maybe it was me (oooo…)
ARCHIBALD:
I heard someone singing
Who though could it be
Maybe it was Lily
Calling out to me
Maybe she’s not gone
So far away as I’ve been told
I heard someone singing
Maybe it was she
MARY (LILY):
Maybe it was someone I could
Find and have a cup of tea
Maybe it was someone who
Could bring the tea and come find me (oooo…)
LILY:
I heard someone crying
Though I can’t say who
Someone in this house
With nothing left to do
Sounded like a father
Left alone his love grown cold
I heard someone crying
Maybe it was you
ARCHIBALD AND MARY:
Maybe I was dreaming of a garden growing far below
Maybe I was dreaming of a life
That I will never know
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MARY (LILY): I heard someone calling Who though could it be Someone in this house (oooo…) I heard someone calling (oooo…) |
ARCHIBALD: Lily, where are you, I’m lost without you I can’t walk these halls without you Lily, where are you, I’m lost without you My Lily, where are you, I’m lost without you Without you |
MAJOR HOLMES, LTS. WRIGHT AND SHAW:
I heard someone crying
Who else could it be
Surely it was Mary
Why can no one see
ROSE, CLAIRE, AND ALICE:
Crying for her mother
For the life she’s never known
ALBERT
So lost
See her lying
In her room alone
Lily:
Oooo….
If I Had a Fine White Horse
MARTHA:
If I had a fine white horse
I’d take you for a ride today
But since I have no fine white horse
Inside I’ll have to stay
And empty all the chamber pots
And scrub the floors and such
But what’s there to do on a fine white horse
It seems to me not much
If I had a wooden boat
I’d take you for a sail today
But since I have no wooden boat
Inside I’ll have to stay
And catch and kill the mice
And pluck the chickens for the cook
But what’s there to do on a wooden boat
But sit up straight and look
And worry our boat will start to drift
And float us out to sea
And land us on an isle of gold
Oh dear, oh dearie me
If I had a chamber maid
I’d take you out to play today
They say out there’s a maze where
Once you enter, there you stay
For certain we’d get lost
And they’d come looking for our bones
And find us sometime late next week
And bring us tea and scones
But what if there’s a clan of
Trolls-a-campin’ ‘neath a tree
Or what of there’s a pirate’s cave
Oh dear, oh dear
Oh dearie me
If I wasn’t so afraid
I’d take you out the door today
But talking birds and tales of
Fairies keep me scared away
And yes, I promised not to tell what
Else is there, although
If in the maze you chance to see
A garden guarded by a tree
And meet a girl who speaks to thee
Then come and tell me fine white horse
And me
A Girl in the Valley
LILY:
A man who came to my valley
A man I hardly knew
A man who came to my garden
Grew to love me
ARCHIBALD:
A girl I saw in a valley
A girl I hardly knew
A girl at work in a garden
Grew to love me
LILY:
From the gate
He called out so kindly
“Lass wouldst thou ‘low me
Rest her, I’ve ridden quite far”
ARCHIBALD:
“Share my tea”
She bade me so gently
Oatcakes and cream
Sweet plums in a jar
LILY:
And every day to my garden
This man, who might he be
Came bearing baskets of roses
For he loved me
ARCHIBALD:
All I own I’d give her
LILY:
Just a garden
ARCHIBALD:
All I would ask is never to
LILY:
Never to leave
LILY AND ARCHIBALD:
Say you’ll have me
Safe you will keep me
Where you would lead me
There
ARCHIBALD:
I would
LILY AND ARCHIBALD:
There I would, There I would
There I would go
A man (girl) who came to my valley
A man (girl) I hardly knew
A man (girl) who gave me a garden
Grew to love me
It’s a Maze
BEN:
Plant a hedge, cut it back
Dig a hole, try to fill it
Plant a rose, tie it back
Find a mole, try to kill it
It’s a maze, this garden, it’s a maze of ways
Any man can spend his day
It’s a maze, this garden, it’s a maze of paths
But a soul can find his way
For an old man knows how a year it goes
How the cold hard ground in the spring comes ’round
How the seeds take hold and the ferns unfold
How an English garden grows
MARY:
Skip, skipped the ladies to the master’s gate
Sip, sipped the ladies while the master ate
Tip, toed the chambermaid and stole their pearls
Snip, snipped the gardener and cut off their curls
DICKON:
Come along, love, come fly away, fly along
Come along, fly away home
Come along, love, you’ve come a long way
You’ve flown all the day, come fly away home
BEN:
Miss a step, trip and fall
Miss the path, meet the wall
Miss the way, miss a turn
Gettin’ lost’s how you learn
It’s a maze, this garden, it’s a maze of paths
Meant to lead a man astray
Take a left, and then, turning left again’s
How a soul can find the way
For an old man knows, how a year it goes
How the cold hard ground in the spring comes ’round
How in time it shows how a garden grows
How an english garden grows
How the roses climb
How sublime the time
When an English garden grows
Winter’s On the Wing:
DICKON:
Winter’s on the wing
Here’s a fine spring morn
Comin’ clear through the night
Come the may, i say
Winter’s taking flight
Sweepin’ dark cold air
Out to sea, spring is born
Comes the day, I say
And you’ll be here to see it
Stand and breathe it all the day
Stoop and feel it, stop and hear it
Spring, I say
And now the sun is climbin’ high
Riding fast, on fire
Glaring down thorugh the gloom
Gone the gray, I say
The sun spells the doom
Of the winter’s reign
Ice and chill must retire
Come the May, I say
And you’ll be here to see it
Stand and breathe it all the day
Stoop and feel it, stop and hear it
Spring, I say
I say, be gone, ye howling gales
Be off ye frosty morns
All ye solid streams begin to thaw
Melt, ye waterfalls
Part, ye frozen witner walls
See, see now it’s starting
And now the mist is liftin’ high
Leavin’ bright, blue air
Rollin’ clear cross the moor
Come the May, I say
The storm’ll soon be by
Leavin’ clear blue sky
Soon the sun will shine
Comes the day, say I
And you’ll be here to see it
Stand and breathe it all the day
Stoop and feel it, stop and hear it
Spring, I say