Lyrics Scene: A Train Platform in Yorkshire / The House Upon the Hill - Daisy Eagan , The Secret Garden Ensemble
                                                Mary 
                                                Lennox? 
                                                I'm 
                                                your 
                                                uncle's 
                                                housekeeper
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                suppose 
                                                you'd 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                somewhat 
                                                about 
                                                where 
                                                you're 
                                                going
 
                                    
                                
                                                Would 
                                                I?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                care 
                                                about 
                                                your 
                                                new 
                                                home 
                                                then?
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                doesn't 
                                                matter 
                                                whether 
                                                    I 
                                                care 
                                                or 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now, 
                                                in 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                never 
                                                seen 
                                                    a 
                                                child 
                                                sit 
                                                so 
                                                still 
                                                or 
                                                look 
                                                so 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                High 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                you're 
                                                right 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                uncle 
                                                certainly 
                                                isn't 
                                                going 
                                                to 
                                                trouble 
                                                himself 
                                                about 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                master 
                                                hears 
                                                the 
                                                whispers
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                stairways 
                                                dark 
                                                and 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                spirits 
                                                speak 
                                                of 
                                                secrets
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                house 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                He's 
                                                    a 
                                                hunchback 
                                                you 
                                                see, 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                sour 
                                                young 
                                                man 
                                                he 
                                                was
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                got 
                                                no 
                                                good 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                his 
                                                money 
                                                and 
                                                big 
                                                place 
                                                'til 
                                                he 
                                                were 
                                                married
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                my 
                                                Aunt 
                                                Lily?
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                were 
                                                    a 
                                                sweet 
                                                pretty 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he'd've 
                                                walked 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                over 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                her 
                                                the 
                                                blade 
                                                of 
                                                grass 
                                                that 
                                                she 
                                                wanted
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                she 
                                                died, 
                                                it 
                                                made 
                                                him 
                                                worse 
                                                than 
                                                ever
 
                                    
                                
                                                High 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                always 
                                                so 
                                                ugly 
                                                here?
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                moor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Miles 
                                                and 
                                                miles 
                                                of 
                                                wild 
                                                land 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nothing 
                                                grows 
                                                on 
                                                but 
                                                heather 
                                                and 
                                                grose 
                                                and 
                                                broom
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                nothing 
                                                lives 
                                                on 
                                                but 
                                                wild 
                                                ponies 
                                                and 
                                                sheep
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                what 
                                                is 
                                                that 
                                                awful 
                                                howling 
                                                sound?
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                blowing 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                bushes
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                call 
                                                it 
                                                whuthering, 
                                                that 
                                                sound
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                look 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                tiny 
                                                light 
                                                far 
                                                across 
                                                there, 
                                                that'll 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                gate 
                                                it 
                                                will
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                master 
                                                hears 
                                                the 
                                                whispers
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                stairways 
                                                dark 
                                                and 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                spirits 
                                                speak 
                                                of 
                                                secrets
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                house 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mary 
                                                Lennox, 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                Doctor 
                                                Craven, 
                                                your 
                                                uncle's 
                                                brother
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                do 
                                                you 
                                                do?
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                are 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                her 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                doesn't 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Very 
                                                good, 
                                                Doctor
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                then, 
                                                Mary
 
                                    
                                
                                                Good 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Opening
2 Scene: India
3 There's a Girl
4 Scene: The Library at Misselthwaite Manor
5 Scene: A Train Platform in Yorkshire / The House Upon the Hill
6 I Heard Someone Crying
7 Scene: Mary's Sitting Room / If I Had a Fine White Horse
8 A Girl in the Valley
9 Scene: The Ballroom
10 It's a Maze
11 Scene: The Greenhouse
12 Winter's on the Wing
13 Scene: The Edge of the Moor
14 Show Me the Key
15 Scene: Archibald's Library / A Bit of Earth
16 Storm I
17 Lily's Eyes
18 Storm II
19 Scene: Colin's Room
20 Round-Shouldered Man
21 Final Storm
22 The Girl I Mean to Be
23 The House Upon the Hill
24 Quartet: There's a Man (Transition)
25 Race You to the Top of the Morning
26 Wick
27 Come to My Garden / Lift Me Up
28 Come Spirit, Come Charm
29 A Bit of Earth (Reprise)
30 Scene: The Library / Scene: Mary's Room
31 Hold On
32 Letter Song
33 Where in the World
34 How Could I Ever Know (From "The Secret Garden")
35 Finale
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