Prologue: Into the Woods

Narrator: Once upon a time
in a far-off kingdom
There lay a small village at the edge of the woods
Cinderella: I wish
Narrator: And in this village
Cinderella: More than anything
Narrator: Lived a young maiden
Cinderella: More than life
More than jewels
Narrator: A carefree young lad
Jack: I wish
More than life
Narrator: And a childless baker
The bakers: I wish
Narrator: With his wife
The Baker: More than anything
Baker's Wife: More than the moon
The Bakers: I wish
Cinderella: The King is giving a Festival
The Bakers: More than life
Jack: I wish
Cinderella: I wish to go to the Festival
The Bakers: More than riches
Cinderella: And the ball
Jack: I wish my cow would give us some milk
Cinderella and Baker's wife: More than anything
The Baker: I wish we had a child (Jack: Please, pal)
Baker's wife: I want a child (Jack: Squeeze, pal)
Cinderella: I wish to go to the Festival
Jack: I wish you'd give us somemilk or even cheese
The Bakers: I wish we might have a child
C, B&J: I wish

Stepmother: You wish to go to the Festival?
Narrator: The poor girl's parents had died
Stepmother: You Cinderella the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
Stepmother, Florinda & Lucinda: The Festival?
The King's Festival?
Narrator: And now she lived with her stepmother
Stepmother: The Festiva?
HA!
Narrator: who had two daughters of her own
Florinda: Look at your nails
Lucinda: Look at your dress
Stepmother: People would laugh at you
Cinderella: Nevertheless
All: I/She still wish to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince
Stepmother: Ha-ha...
Narrator: All three were beautiful of face
But vile and black of heart

Narrator: The young lad had no father
And his mother
Jack's mother: I wish
Narrator: Well, she was at her wit's end
Jack's mother : 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
What in heaven's name are you doing with the cow inside the house?
Jack: I thought if he got nice and warm
He might produce some milk
Jack's mother: It's a she
How many times do I have to tell you
That only shes can give milk?

Narrator: And then there was a hungry little girl
who always wore a red cape
Little Red Riding Hood: 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

Stepmother: Cinderella
If you can pick up these lentils
And finish your chores in time
Then you may go to the ball with us
Come along ladies
Stepsisters: Yes, Mother
Good luck

Cinderella: Come little birds
Down from the eaves
And the leaves
Over fields
Out of castles and ponds
Jack: Now, squeeze, pal
Cinderella: Ahh...
Quick, little birds
Flick through the ashes
Pick and peck, but swiftly
Sift through the ashes
Into the pot

Jack's mother: Now listen to me well son
Milky-White must be taken to market
Jack: Mother, no
He's the best cow in the world
Jack's mother: Was
She has been dry for weeks now
With no food or money
We've got no choice but to sell her
Jack: But Milky-White's my best friend
Jack's mother: Look at her
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
Jack: But
Jack's mother: We've no time to sit and dither
While her withers wither with her
And no one keeps a cow for a friend
Sometimes I wonder what's goin' on in that head in yours

Little Red Riding Hood: Into the woods
It's time to go
I hate to leave
I have to go
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
Into the woods
To Grandmother's house
Baker's Wife: Are you certain your way?
Little Red Riding Hood: 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
Baker's Wife: Yes, we do
The Baker: Doesn't suppose you're planning on buying any of these
Baker's Wife: Oh, shhhhh...
Now, don't stray and be late, alright?
The Baker: You might save some of those sweets for Granny
Oh my...
Baker's Wife: Just leave it
Baker: She's a thief
Little Red Riding Hood: 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

Florinda: Cinderella
Lucinda: Get up here
Cinderella: Fly, birds
Back to the sky
Florinda: We're waiting
Cinderella: Back to the eaves
And the leaves
And the fields
And the
Florinda: Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella
Are you really wearing that?
Lucinda: Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella
Can't you hide it with a hat?
Cinderella: You look beautiful
Florinda: I know
Lucinda: She means me
Florinda: No she didn't
Cinderella: Mother said be good
Father said be nice
That was always their advice
So be nice, Cinderella
Good, Cinderella
Nice good good nice
Florinda: Tighter
Cinderella: What's the good of being good
If everyone is blind
Always leaving you behind?
Never mind, Cinderella
Kind Cinderella
Nice good nice kind good nice
Florinda: OW!
Not that tight
Clod

The Baker: Who might that be?
Baker's Wife: We've sold our last loaf of bread
The Baker: It's the witch from next-door
Baker's Wife: We have no bread
The Witch: I don't want your bread
The Baker: Then what is it you wish?
The Witch: It's not what I wish
It's what you wish
Nothing cooking in that belly now is there?
And there will never be
Unless you do exactly as I say
In three days time a blue moon will appear
Only then can the curse be
Undone
Baker's Wife: What curse?
The Witch: The one I placed on this house
The Baker: What are you talking about?
The Witch: In the past
When you were no more than a babe
Your father brought his young wife
And you to this cottage
They were a lovely couple
But not lovely neighbors
You see
Your mother was with child
And she developed an unusual appetite
She admired my beautiful garden
And she told your father that
What she wanted more than anything
In the world, was
Greens, greens, 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
I could have turned him into stone
Or a dog
Or a chair
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"
The Baker: I had a brother?
The Witch: No
But you had a sister
The Baker: Where is she?
The Witch: She's mine now
And you'll never find her
Small price to pay for
What else your father stole from me
It cost me my youth
My beauty
My mother warned me
She would punish me
With the curse of ugliness
If I ever lost any of them
Baker's Wife: Lost what?
The Witch: The beans
The Bakers: Beans?
Witch: The special beans
I'd let him go
I didn't know
he'd stolen my beans
I was watching him crawl
Back over the wall
Then bang
Crash
A lightning flash
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
And 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
The Baker: How could you do that?
The Witch: And when your mother died
Your father deserted you
Your father was no father
So why should you be?
Now 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

Jack: Yeah, but why do we have to go to the next village?
Jack's mother: Because everyone in this village
Knows the cow hasn't given a drop of milk in weeks
Jack: That's cheating
Jack's mother: We're starving, Jack
Don't you understand that?
Now, you're not to accept less than five pounds for her
Are you listening to me?
Jack: Yes
Jack's mother: How much are you to ask?
Jack: No more than five pounds
Jack's mother: Less than five (Jack: Than five)
Jack's mother: 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 to the woods
And don't delay
We have to face
The marketplace
Into the woods to journey's end
Jack: Into the woods to sell a friend

Witch: You wish to have
The curse reversed?
I'll need a certain
Potion first
Go to the woods 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 day's time
Tis' then the blue moon reappears
Which comes but once each hundred years
Just bring them
And I guarantee
A child as perfect
As child can be
Go to the wood

Stepmother: Ladies
Our carriage waits
Cinderella: Now may I go to the Festival?
Stepmother: The Festival?
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
Cinderella: The Festival lasts three nights
Surely you could let me be there for one of them
Stepmother: The King is trying to find his son a wife
Not a scullery maid
We must be gone
GO!
Cinderella: I wish

Baker's Wife: Beans?
These must be the witch's beans
We'll take them with us
The Baker: We
Baker's Wife: Yes
The Baker: We?
You're not coming
It's not safe out there
Baker's Wife: : I can help you
The Baker: No
I can do this on my own
The spell is on my house
Only I can lift the spell
Baker's Wife: No-no, the spell is on our house
We must lift the spell together
The spell is on our house
The Baker: Now tell me what am I to return with?
Baker's Wife: Uh, you don't remember?
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 Baker: The cow as white as milk
The cape as red as blood
The hair as yellow as corn
The slipper as pure as gold
Cinderella: I still wish to go to the Festival
The Baker: The cow as white as milk...
Cinderella: But how am I ever to get to the Festival?
I know
I'll visit Mother's grave
The grave at the willow tree
And tell her I just want to go to the King's Festival
Baker's Wife: The hair
Cinderella & The Baker：Into the woods
It's time to go
It may be all
In vain, I/you know
Into the woods
But even so
I have to take the journey
Baker's Wife: Into the woods
The path is straight
You know it well
The Baker: But who can tell
Baker's Wife: Into the woods to lift the spell
Cinderella: Into the woods to visit Mother
Jack's mother: Into the woods to sell the cow
Jack: To get the money
Cinderella: To go to the Festival
Little Red Riding Hood: Into the woods to grandmother's house
Into the woods to grandmother's house
All: 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
The Baker: There's something in the glade there
All: 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
Stepmother & Stepsisters: To see the King
Jack & Mother: To sell the cow
The Baker & Wife: To make the potion
All: 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
Into the woods
And out of the woods
And home before dark