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Remembering (The Seasons of Our Years)
Song, Musical Theater (1983), from Children of Adam, Children of Eve
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Act II, Scene 7

 

Soft lights on the scene -- a porch, a den, a

quiet glade, a cemetery, any or all of these

shifting throughout the song.

 

Four mature singers, perhaps our first couple

and our gay couple alternating, intertwining

their lyrics, verses, simple dance steps,

actions to set up the reflections.

 

More sweetness, more pleasantness, than sadness

until the melancholy last three lines.

 

The background capturing each season.

 

Other dancers can pass in and out of each season

-- friends, relatives, lovers, children,

grandchildren -- until the last stanza.

 

No caricature, but no senility, as real as

possible.

 

This need not be a stationary thing for our main

performers either. They can join in the dance,

move from setting to setting, perhaps even

depict the passing of them out of the life of

another.

 

    COMPANY

    (singing)

DO YOU

REMEMBER

WHEN YOU AND I

WERE YOUNG,

AND SPRINGTIME

WAS THE SEASON

OF OUR YEARS?

 

CAN YOU

REMEMBER

THE SPRIGHTLY SONGS

WE'VE SUNG,

THE LOVING,

AND THE LAUGHTER,

AND THE TEARS?

 

DO YOU

REMEMBER

THE SUMMERS OF

OUR LIVES,

THE SHARING,

AND THE GROWING

IN THE SUN?

 

CAN YOU

REMEMBER

THE BLOSSOMS AND

THE HIVES

OF BEES, AND

BIRDS, THE SWEETNESS,

AND THE FUN?

 

DO YOU

REMEMBER

THE COLORED LEAVES

OF FALL,

THE COOLNESS

IN THE DISTANCE

IN THE NIGHT?

 

CAN YOU

REMEMBER

THIS AUTUMN TIME

AT ALL,

WHEN EARLY

EVENING SHADOWS

CALM THE BRIGHT?

 

DO YOU

REMEMBER

THE FIRST SHARP WINDS

OF COLD,

HOW WINTER

TURNED OUR FORTUNES

INTO FEARS?

 

The scene should build to climax with light and

motion, and then return to --

 

Two couples only, each lighted separately (or

one couple and one survivor) in beautiful

harmony or fine counterpoint -- a quartet

or trio wrapping up all these seasons.

 

CAN YOU

REMEMBER

NOW THAT WE'VE GROWN

SO OLD,

NOW THAT

OUR DAYS ARE COUNTED,

NOW THAT

OUR TRUE TIME NEARS,

WHEN SPRINGTIME

WAS THE SEASON

OF OUR YEARS?

Music: Lowell Prescott
Lyrics: Leroy Prescott

Copyright © & Ⓟ 1983 Lowell H. Prescott. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.