Broadway production 1998 Ragtime the Musical - Our Children Lyrics
"Our Children" is a song from musical Ragtime performed by Marin Mazzie (Mother) and Peter Friedman (Tateh).
Mother How they play, Finding treasure in the sand. They're forever hand in hand, Our children.
Tateh How they laugh, She has never laughed like this.
Mother Every waking moment, bliss.
Both Our children.
Tateh See them running down the beach. Children run so fast...
Mother Toward the future...
Tateh From the past.
Mother How they dance, Unembarrassed and alone.
Both Hearing msuic of their own, Our children.
Tateh One so fair, Mother And the other, lithe and dark.
Both Solemn joy and sudden spark, Our children. See them running down the beach. Children run so fast Toward the future From the past. There they stand, Making footprints in the sand, And forever hand in hand, Our children. Two small lives, Silhouetted by the blue, One like me And one like you. Our children. Our children.
Mother Well.
Tateh You say that often. "Well."
Mother It's because I dn't know what to say, Baron.
Tateh I'm not a Baron, of course. I'm a poor immigrants, a Jew, who points a camera so that his child can dress as beautifully as a princess. I want to drive from her memory every tenement stench and filthy immigrant street. I will buy her light and sun and clean wind of the ocean for the rest of her life. Now you know me. Now you understand. I am no Baron. I am Tateh.
Mother Now I know even less what to say.
Tateh Now it's my turn. Well.
Mother Thank you for your confidence. I shall keep it here.
Other Songs: Ragtime the Musical Lyrics
Ragtime the Musical Lyrics
SYNOPSIS Prologue Goodbye My Love Journey On The Crime of the Century What Kind of Woman A Shtetl Iz Amereke Success His Name Is Coalhouse Walker Getting' Ready Rag Henry Ford Nothing Like the City Your Daddy's Son The Courtship New Music Wheels of a Dream The Night That Goldman Spoke at Union Square Gliding The Trashing of the Car Justice President Till We Reach That Day Harry Houdini Master Escapist Coalhouse's Soliloquy Coalhouse Demands What a Game Fire in the City Atlantic City Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc. Our Children Harlem Nightclub Sarah Brown Eyes He Wanted to Say Back to Before Look What You've Done Make Them Hear You Wheels of a Dream (reprise)
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