Prologue: Into The Woods

(álbum: Into The Woods (2022 Broadway Cast Recording) - 2022)

Once upon a time

I wish...

-in a far-off kingdom

More than anything...

-lived a young maiden

More than life...

-a sad young lad

More than jewels...

I wish...

-and a childless baker

More than life...

I wish...

-with his wife.

More than anything...

More than the moon

I wish...

The King is giving a Festival

More than life...

I wish...

I wish to go to the Festival

More than riches...

And the Ball...

I wish my cow would give us some milk

More than anything...

I wish we had a child

Please, pal

I want a child...

Squeeze, pal

I wish to go to the Festival

I wish you'd give us some milk
Or even cheese...

I wish we might have a child

I wish...

You wish to go to the Festival?

The poor girl's mother had died

You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?

What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?
The Festival?!

What, you wish to go to the Festival?!

The Festival?!
The King's Festival!?

-and her father had taken for his new wife

The Festival!?

-a woman with two daughters of her own.

Look at your nails!

Look at your dress!

People would laugh at you

Nevertheless
I still wish to go to the Festival

You still wish to go the Festival

She still wants to go the Festival

-And dance before the Prince?!

All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart
Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his mother

I wish...

Well, she was not quite beautiful

I wish my son were not a fool
I wish my house was not a mess
I wish the cow was full of milk
I wish the walls were full of gold
I wish a lot of things...

Ugh, you foolish child! What in Heaven's name are you doing with the cow inside the house?

A warm environment might be just what Milky-White needs to produce his milk

It's a she! How many times must I tell you? Only "she"s can give milk

Why, come in, little girl.

I wish...
It's not for me
It's for my Granny in the woods
A loaf of bread, please
To bring my poor old hungry
Granny in the woods...
Just a loaf of bread, please...

Cinderella's stepmother had a surprise for her.

I have emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you. If you have picked them out again in two hours' time, you shall go to the Ball with us.

And perhaps a sticky bun?...
Or four?...

Birds in the sky
Birds in the eaves
In the leaves
In the fields
In the castles and ponds...

... and a few of those pies...
Please...

Come, little birds
Down from the eaves
And the leaves
Over fields
Out of castles and ponds...

No, squeeze, pal...

Ahhh...

Quick, little birds
Flick through the ashes
Pick and peck, but swiftly
Sift through the ashes
Into the pot...

Listen well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.

But, Mother, no-he's the best cow

Was. Was! She's been dry for a week. We've no food nor money, and no choice but to sell her while she can still command a price

But Milky-White is my best friend in the whole world!

But look at her!
(Sung)
There are bugs on her dugs
There are flies in her eyes
There's a lump on her rump
Big enough to be a hump

But

Son
We've no time to sit and dither
While her withers wither with her

[*cough cough*]

And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I fear you're touched

Into the woods
It's time to go
I hate to leave
I have to, though
Into the woods
It's time, and so
I must begin my journey

Into the woods
And through the trees
To where I am
Expected, ma'am
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
(Muffled)
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house

You're certain of your way?

The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood
I sort of hate to ask it
But do you have a basket?

Don't stray and be late

And save some of those sweets for Granny!

Haha...
Into the woods
And down the dell
The path is straight
I know it well
Into the woods
And who can tell
What's waiting on the journey?

Into the woods
To bring some bread
To Granny who
Is sick in bed
Never can tell
What lies ahead
For all that I know
She's already dead

But into the woods
Into the woods
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
And home before dark!

Fly, birds
Back to the sky
Back to the eaves
And the leaves
And the fields
And the

Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella!
Are you really wearing that?

Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella!
Can't you hide it with a hat?

You look beautiful

I know

She means me

Put it in a twist

Who will be there?...

Mother said be good
Father said be nice
That was always their advice
So be nice, Cinderella
Good, Cinderella
Nice good good nice

Tighter!

What's the good of being good
If everyone is blind
And you're always left behind?
Never mind, Cinderella
Kind Cinderella
Nice good nice kind good nice

Not that tight!

Sorry.

Clod.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, ha!

Because the Baker had lost his mother and father in a baking accident-well, at least that's what he believed-he was eager to have a family of his own, and was concerned that all efforts until now had failed

Who might that be?

We have sold our last loaf of bread...

It's the Witch from next door...

We have no bread

Of course you have no bread!

What do you wish?

It's not what I wish. It's what you wish
Nothing cooking in there now, is there?

The old enchantress went on to tell the couple that she had placed a spell on their house.

What spell?

In the past, when you were no more then a babe, your father brought his young wife and you to this cottage. They were a handsome couple, but not handsome neighbors. You see, your mother was with child and she had developed an unusual appetite. She took one look at my beautiful garden and told your father that what she wanted, more than anything in the world was...
(Sung)
Greens, greens, and nothing but greens:
Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery
Asparagus and watercress and
Fiddleferns and lettuce-!

He said, "All right,"
But it wasn't, quite
'Cause I caught him in the autumn
In my garden one night!
He was robbing me
Raping me
Rooting through my rutabaga
Raiding my arugula
And ripping up the rampion
(My champion! My favorite!)
I should have laid a spell on him
Right there
Could have turned him into a stone
Or a dog or a chair
Or a sn

But I let him have the rampion
I'd lots to spare
In return, however
I said "Fair is fair:
You can let me have the baby
That your wife will bear
And we'll call it square."

I had a brother?

No. But you had a sister.

But the witch refused to tell him any more of his sister. Not even that her name was Rapunzel. She went on:

I thought I had been more than reasonable, and that we all might live happily ever after. Well how was I to know what your father had also hidden in his pocket? You see, when I had inherited that garden, my mother had warned me I would be punished if I were ever to lose any of the...

Beans!

Beans?

The special beans!
I let him go
I didn't know
He'd stolen my beans!
I was watching him crawl
Back over the wall-!
And then bang! Crash!
The lightning flash!
And-well, that's another story
Never mind
Anyway, at last
The big day came
And I made my claim
"Oh, don't take away the baby,"
They shrieked and screeched
But I did
And I hid her
Where she'll never be reached

Your father cried
And your mother died
When for extra measure
I admit it was a pleasure
I said, "Sorry
I'm still not mollified."
And I laid a little spell on them
You too, son
That your family tree
Would always be
A barren one...

So there's no more fuss
And there's no more scenes
And my garden thrives
You should see my nectarines!
But I'm telling you the same
I tell Kings and Queens:
Don't ever never ever
Mess around with my greens!
Especially the beans

Now listen to me, Jack. Lead Milky-White to market and fetch the best price you can. Take no less than five pounds. Are you listening to me?

Yes

Now how much are you to ask?

No more than five pounds

Less. Than five

Less than five

Jack Jack Jack
Head in a sack
The house is getting colder
This is not a time for dreaming

Chimney stack
Starting to crack
The mice are getting bolder
The floor's gone slack
Your mother's getting older
Your father's not back
And you can't just sit here dreaming pretty dreams
To wish and wait
From day to day
Will never keep
The wolves away

So into the woods
The time is now
We have to live
I don't care how
Into the woods
To sell the cow
You must begin the journey
Straight through the woods
And don't delay
We have to face
The marketplace
Into the woods to journey's end

Into the woods to sell a friend

Oh, someday you'll have a real pet, Jack

A piggy?

Meanwhile, the witch, for purposes of her own, explained how the Baker might lift the spell:

You wish to have
The curse reversed?
I'll need a certain
Potion first:
Go to the wood and bring me back
One: the cow as white as milk
Two: the cape as red as blood
Three: the hair as yellow as corn
Four: the slipper as pure as gold

Bring me these
Before the chime
Of midnight
In three days' time
And you shall have
I guarantee
A child as perfect
As child can be

Go to the wood!

Ladies
Our carriage waits

Now may I go to the Festival?

The Festival-!
(Sung)
Darling, those nails!
Darling, those clothes!
Lentils are one thing but
Darling, with those
You'd make us the fools of the Festival
And mortify the Prince!

The carriage is waiting.

We must be gone.

Good night, Father.

[*grunts*]

I wish...

Look what I found in Father's hunting jacket.

Six beans

I wonder if they are

The witch's beans! We'll take them with us.

No! You are not coming

I know you are fearful of the Woods at night

The spell is on my house
Only I can lift the spell
The spell is on my house

No, no, the spell is on our house
We must lift the spell together
The spell is on our house

No. You are not to come and that is final. Now, what am I to return with?

You don't remember?
(Sung)
The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
The slipper as pure as gold

The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
The slipper as pure as gold...

And so the baker, reluctantly, set off to meet the enchantress' demands. As for Cinderella:

I still wish to go to the
Festival The cow as white as milk
But how am I ever to get to The cape as red as blood
The Festival? The hair as yellow as corn
I know! The what?
I'll visit Mother's grave The slipper...
The grave at the hazel tree The slipper as pure as gold...
And tell her I just want to go The cow, the cape
To the King's Festival... The slipper as pure as gold

The hair-!

Into the woods
It's time to go
It may be all
In vain, I know
Into the woods
But even so
I have to take the journey

Into the woods, the path is straight
You (I) know it well
But who can tell-?

Into the woods to lift the spell

Into the woods to visit Mother

Into the woods to fetch the things

To make the potion

To go to the Festival

Into the woods
Without regret
The choice is made
The task is set
Into the woods
But not forget
Ting why I'm (you're) on the journey

Into the woods
To get my (our) wish
I don't care how
The time is now
Into the woods

To sell the cow

Into the woods to get the money

Into the woods to lift the spell

To make the potion

To go to the Festival

Into the woods to Grandmother's house...
(Muffled)
Into the woods to Grandmother's house...

The way is clear
The light is good
I have no fear
Nor no one should
The woods are just trees
The trees are just wood
No need to be afraid there

There's something in the glade there...

Into the woods
Without delay
But careful not
To lose the way
Into the woods
Who knows what may
Be lurking on the journey?

Into the woods
To get the thing
That makes it worth
The journeying
Into the woods...

To see the King

To sell the cow

To make the potion

To see
To sell
To get
To bring
To make
To lift
To go to the Festival-!

Into the woods!
Into the woods!
Into the woods
Then out of the woods
And home before dark!