#broadwaylyrics

(Wendla): Whispering… Hear the ghosts in the moonlight. Sorrow doing a new dance Through their bones, through their skin Listening— To the souls in the fool’s night Fumbling mutely with their rude hands… And there’s heartache without end… See the father bent in grief, The mother dressed in mourning. Sister crumples, And the neighbours grumble. The preacher issues warnings… History… Little Miss didn’t do right. Went and ruined all the true plans— Such a shame, such a sin. Mystery… Home alone on a school night. Harvest moon over the blue land; Summer longing on the wind… Had a sweetheart on his knees, So faithful and adoring. And he touched me, And I let him love me. So, let that be my story… Listening… For the hope, for the new life— Something beautiful, a new chance. Hear, it’s whispering, there, again… (Dialogue between second and third stanza, the third and fourth stanza, and the fifth and sixth stanza. Instrumental piece between the sixth and seventh stanza)