No One Mourns the Wicked Songtext
von Stephen Schwartz
No One Mourns the Wicked Songtext
Good news
She′s dead
The Witch of the West is dead
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz
Is dead
Good news
Good news
Look! It's Glinda!
Fellow Ozians
Let us be glad
Let us be grateful
Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue
The wicked workings of you-know-who
Isn′t it nice to know
That good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe'll by and by
Outlive a lie
For you and-
No one mourns the wicked
No one cries, "They won't return!"
No one lays a lily on their grave
The good man scorns the wicked
Through their lives, our children learn
What we miss when we misbehave
And goodness knows
The wicked′s lives are lonely
Goodness knows, the wicked die alone
It just shows, when you′re wicked
You're left only on your own
Yes, goodness knows
The wicked′s lives are lonely
Goodness knows, the wicked cry alone
Nothing grows for the wicked
They reap only what they sow
Are people born wicked?
Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father
She had a mother, as so many do
How I hate to go and leave you lonely
That's alright, it′s only just one night
But know that you're here in my heart
While I′m out of your sight
And like every family, they had their secrets
Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty
I've got one more night left, here in town
So have another drink of Green Elixir
And we'll have ourselves a little mixer
Have another little swallow, little lady
And follow me down
And of course, from the moment she was born, she was
Well, different
It′s coming (now?)
The baby′s coming (and how?)
I see a nose (I see a curl)
It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little-
Sweet Oz!
What is it? What′s wrong?
How can it be? (What does it mean?)
It's atrocious (it′s obscene)
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage, the baby is unnaturally
Green!
Take it away, take it away!
So you see, it couldn't have been easy
No one mourns the wicked
Now, at last, she′s dead and gone
Now, at last, there's joy throughout the land
And goodness knows (it knows)
We know what goodness is (oh)
Goodness knows, the wicked die alone (she died alone)
Woe to those (woe to those)
Who spurn what goodnesses
They are shown
No one mourns the wicked (good news)
No one mourns the wicked (good news)
No one mourns the wicked
Wicked
Wicked
She′s dead
The Witch of the West is dead
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz
Is dead
Good news
Good news
Look! It's Glinda!
Fellow Ozians
Let us be glad
Let us be grateful
Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue
The wicked workings of you-know-who
Isn′t it nice to know
That good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe'll by and by
Outlive a lie
For you and-
No one mourns the wicked
No one cries, "They won't return!"
No one lays a lily on their grave
The good man scorns the wicked
Through their lives, our children learn
What we miss when we misbehave
And goodness knows
The wicked′s lives are lonely
Goodness knows, the wicked die alone
It just shows, when you′re wicked
You're left only on your own
Yes, goodness knows
The wicked′s lives are lonely
Goodness knows, the wicked cry alone
Nothing grows for the wicked
They reap only what they sow
Are people born wicked?
Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father
She had a mother, as so many do
How I hate to go and leave you lonely
That's alright, it′s only just one night
But know that you're here in my heart
While I′m out of your sight
And like every family, they had their secrets
Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty
I've got one more night left, here in town
So have another drink of Green Elixir
And we'll have ourselves a little mixer
Have another little swallow, little lady
And follow me down
And of course, from the moment she was born, she was
Well, different
It′s coming (now?)
The baby′s coming (and how?)
I see a nose (I see a curl)
It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little-
Sweet Oz!
What is it? What′s wrong?
How can it be? (What does it mean?)
It's atrocious (it′s obscene)
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage, the baby is unnaturally
Green!
Take it away, take it away!
So you see, it couldn't have been easy
No one mourns the wicked
Now, at last, she′s dead and gone
Now, at last, there's joy throughout the land
And goodness knows (it knows)
We know what goodness is (oh)
Goodness knows, the wicked die alone (she died alone)
Woe to those (woe to those)
Who spurn what goodnesses
They are shown
No one mourns the wicked (good news)
No one mourns the wicked (good news)
No one mourns the wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Writer(s): Stephen Lawrence Schwartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
