Here is another song, a lullaby, from my musical The Watcher on the Shore. I am posting the music and words to these songs now and then in hopes of generating interest among play producers who may have sympathies to Objectivism. Not that Watcher is an “Objectivist” work, whatever that may mean; however, those in the thrall of the present cultural atmosphere may find Watcher’s concerns, priorities, and focus puzzling. Objectivist fellow travelers, on the other hand, may be more receptive to my peculiar artistic vision.
Those who are interested should CLICK HERE to hear the music. The lyrics follow. I hope it is not too difficult to match the words with the music. (Stereo earphones or good speakers are recommended to hear the music to best advantage.)
When a Mountain Gets Lots of Snowfall
When a mountain gets lots of snowfall—
And its twin just across the way—
Then that snowfall will grow
And the snow all starts to slip one day.
Slowly downward until the sunshine
Of the valley upon its side
Turns the nice snow to ice
So it will slide and make the valley wide.
So we two lovers growing old, with
All our children on fortune’s trail
Watch as they drift away,
Moving not much faster than a snail.
But our children do not grow colder
Though the two mountaintops are bare.
Nor do we—come to me,
And let me show you that I really care.
For those curious about the context: The present number occurs in Act II, Scene ii, in the living room of Angeline and Melville’s home, which is not far from a bay shore. The couple is separating, and Melville has arrived on foot to retrieve the last of his things before starting to live with his brother, who also lives along the shore.
Angeline hopes to persuade Melville to change his mind. She puts their infant son in his arms. He sings the first two verses of what is apparently the child’s favorite lullaby. Then Angeline cuts in with the third and fourth verses.
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