Letra de ' Fosco Tells of Laura's Death/The Funeral/London ' de Woman In White (Musical)

COUNT FOSCO

Miss Halcombe
It is behatch
I'm so terribly sorry
There is no easy way to say this
Your sister
She is dead
She was walking in her sleep

MARIAN

What are you saying! (sobbing)

COUNT FOSCO

She had sent her maid away
As is her custom I understand
She walked to her window
And she fell from a great height you see
It's a tragic accident
I am so deeply sorry
I am leaving for London today
If you need anything
Anything at all
This is where you'll find me

PRIEST (At the graveyard)

I am the life and the resurrection
Said The Lord
Who so ever liveth and believeth in me
Shall never die

SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE

How can the good Lord take my love away
Far too young
Far too good
I have to face forever
All without my love
There's no describing my sadness
She was the light of my life
And life is so unfair
Such a cross to bear
Still there's the will to contend with
All kinds of papers to sign
I can't believe she's gone
Yet we must go on

LAURA's UNCLE

How can you talk of business!
Good God it's much too soon!

SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE

Of course we'll wait a bit
That's appropriate

LAURA'S UNCLE

I'm much too overcome now
My nerves are simply flayed
Why don't you come to me
In June

SIR PERCIVAL GLYDE

Marian
I hope you still think of me as your brother

MARIAN

I don't believe a word
Everything he utters is a lie
I was powerless
Just a woman!
Too weak to save you!
I have no doubt he murdered you!
Laura!
You were all I had
I can't believe your gone
Where is Walter
He's the only one
You and I can count upon
All for Laura
I will be strong
I will live to right
This wrong

(On the Streets of London. Walter Hartright passes by a man begging on the streets)

BEGGAR

Spare me a penny
Sir

HARTRIGHT

This is my last one

BEGGAR

Then I won't deprive you

HARTRIGHT

Please take it
It's yours

WHORE
(offering hartright liquor)

It takes some comfort
It'll help you forget sir

HARTRIGHT

My thoughts and my memories are all I have left now