Ragtime - Our Children Lyrics

Broadway production 1998
Ragtime the Musical - Our Children Lyrics

"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.


Other Songs: Ragtime the Musical Lyrics


Ragtime the Musical Lyrics

SYNOPSIS
Prologue
Goodbye My Love
Journey On
The Crime of the Century
What Kind of Woman
A Shtetl Iz Amereke
Success
His Name Is Coalhouse Walker
Getting' Ready Rag
Henry Ford
Nothing Like the City
Your Daddy's Son
The Courtship
New Music
Wheels of a Dream
The Night That Goldman Spoke at Union Square
Gliding
The Trashing of the Car
Justice
President
Till We Reach That Day
Harry Houdini Master Escapist
Coalhouse's Soliloquy
Coalhouse Demands
What a Game
Fire in the City
Atlantic City
Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc.
Our Children
Harlem Nightclub
Sarah Brown Eyes
He Wanted to Say
Back to Before
Look What You've Done
Make Them Hear You
Wheels of a Dream (reprise)