Lyrics The Turn of the Screw, Op. 54: Interlude: Variation IV - Scene 5: The Window - David Hemmings feat. Benjamin Britten, English Opera Group Orchestra, Olive Dyer, Joan Cross & Jennifer Vyvyan

Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Stole a pig, and away he run
Pig was eat, tetum was beat
Tom ran hurrying down the street
"Now I'll steal a pig!
I'll steal a pig!" "Go on then!
Come on!" Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Stole a pig, and away he run
"Now chase me!
Chase me!" "I'll catch you!
I'll catch you!" Pig was eat, tetum was beat
Tom ran hurrying down the street
"Let's do it again!
Let's do it again!" "Children, are you ready
For an outing?" Tom, Tom, the piper's son
"Children, follow!" Stole a pig, and away he run
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Ah, my dear, you look so white and queer
What's happened?
I have been frightened
What was it?
What was it?
A man looked through the window
A strange man, but I saw him before on the tower
No one from the village?
No
A gentleman then?
No
Indeed, no
What was he like?
His hair was red, close-curling
A long pale face, small eyes
His look was sharp, fixed and strange
He was tall, clean-shaven
Yes, even handsome, but a horror!
Quint
Peter Quint
Quint
Dear God, is there no end to his dreadful ways?
Peter Quint, who is that?
Dear God!
Dear God!
Who is that?
Is there no end?
Tell me, Mrs
Grose
Dear God!
Dear God!
Do you know him, then?
Tell me!
Mrs
Grose, what has happened here in this house?
Quint
Peter Quint
The master's valet
Left here in charge
It was not for me to save, miss
No, indeed
I had only to see to the house
But I saw things elsewhere I did not like
When Quint was free with everyone
With little Master Bimes
Bimes?
Hours they spent together
Bimes?
Yes, miss
He made free with her, too
With lovely Miss Jessel, governess to those pets
Those angels, those innocent babes
And she a lady, so far above him
Dear God, is there no end?
But he had ways to twist them round his little-...
And pretty, I can tell you, miss
And he had his will
Morning and night
But why did you not tell your master?
Write to him?
Send for him to come?
I dastent
He never liked worries
'Twas not my place
They were not in my charge
Quint was too clever
I feared him
Feared what he could do
"No, Mr
Quint
I did not like your ways." And then she went
She couldn't stay
Not then
She went away to die
To die?
And Quint, he died, too
Died?
Fell on the icy road, struck his head, lay there till morning, dead
Dear God, is there no end to his dreadful ways?
I know nothing of these things
Is this sheltered place the wicked world
Where things unspoken of can be?
Dear God
Only this much I know, things have been done here that are not good
And have left a taste behind them that many cannot smile or pray
This is news, I am afraid, not for me
For Miles, he came to look for Miles
I am sure of that
And he will come again
I don't understand
That I see now I must protect the children
I must guard their privacy
And their guardians, too
See what I see, know what I know, that they may see and know nothing
No, miss
Don't understand a word of what you say, but I'll stand by you
No, miss, indeed I will