Our Children Ragtime

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Broadway production 1998
Ragtime the Musical - Our Children Lyrics

Our Children Ragtime

Our Children Ragtime

Description: Pre-Broadway runs of the Stephen Flaherty and Lynn Ahrens musical Ragtime played to packed houses in Toronto and Los Angeles. Now on Broadway, it's one of the toughest tickets to get in New York. Sure to make an incredible impact on the '98 Tony awards, this show is a winner! —Ragtime, 'Our Children' Notes: Our choir was assigned a Ragtime medley to sing for the spring concert, and the lyrics somehow sprouted this. Much inspiration was also drawn from a couple of my beta's original oneshots. She's very esoteric. 1-800 CONTACTS, Inc. Is the largest retailer of contact lenses in the U.S., and is dedicated to making it easier for consumers to purchase contact lenses. 1-800 CONTACTS, Inc. Offers all of the most popular brands of contact lenses at competitive prices while delivering exceptional customer service. 1-800 Contacts has served more than 8 million customers, stocks more than 15 million contact.

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'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.


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