Into the Woods

Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom,

there lay a small village at the edge of the woods.

I wish

And in this village...

More than anything

...lived a young maiden...

More than life, more than jewels

...a carefree young lad...

I wish

More than life

...and a childless baker...

I wish

...with his wife.

More than anything -More than the moon

I wish

The King is giving a Festival

More than life

I wish -I wish to go to the Festival

More than riches

And the Ball

I wish my cow would give us some milk

More than anything -I wish we had a child

Please, pal

I want a child

I wish to go to the Festival

I wish you'd give us some milk or even cheese

I wish

You wish to go to the Festival?

The poor girl's parents had died.

You, Cinderella, the Festival?

You wish to go to the Festival?

The Festival? The King's Festival?

And now she lived with her stepmother.

The Festival?

Who had two daughters of her own.

Look at your nails -Look at your dress

People would laugh at you -Nevertheless

She still wants to go to the Festival

And dance before the Prince

All three were beautiful of face,

but vile and black of heart.

The young lad had no father, and his mother...

I wish

...well, she was at her wits' end.

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?

I thought if he were nice and warm,

he might produce some milk.

It's a she!

How many times do I have to tell you that

only "she"s can give milk?

And then, there was a hungry little girl,

who always wore a red cape.

Hey!

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.

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.

Yes, Mother.

Good luck.

Come, little birds

Down from the eaves and the leaves

Over fields, out of castles and ponds

No, squeeze, pal

Quick, little birds, flick through the ashes

Pick and peck, but swiftly sift through the ashes

Into the pot

Bull's-eye!

What are you doing?

Stop your pretending!

Now listen to me well, son.

Milky-White must be taken to market.

Mother, no! He's the best cow in the world!

Was. She has been dry for weeks now.

We've no food or money and no choice but to sell her.

But Milky-White's my best friend!

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

But, 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 going on in that head of yours.

Into the woods, it's time to go

I hate to leave, I have to, though

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

Stop it.

I can't just...

Into the woods, to Grandmother's house

Are you certain of your way?

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?

Yes, we do.

I don't suppose you're planning on buying any of these?

Now, don't stray and be late, all right?

You might save some of those sweets for Granny.

Oh, my...

Just leave it.

She's a thief!

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

Cinderella!

Get up here!

Fly, birds, back to the sky

We're waiting!

Back to the eaves and the leaves

And the fields and the...

Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella

Are you really wearing that?

Here, I found a little tear, Cinderella

Can't you hide it with a hat?

You look beautiful -I know.

She means me.

No, she didn't.

Mother said, "Be good." Father said, "Be nice."

That was always their advice

So be nice, Cinderella. Good Cinderella

Nice good, good nice -Tighter!

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

Not that tight! Clod!

Who might that be?

We've sold our last loaf of bread!

It's the Witch from next door.

We have no bread.

I don't want your bread.

Then what is it you wish?

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.

What curse?

The one I placed on this house.

What are you talking about?

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've laid a spell on him right there.

I could've 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"

I had a brother?

No.

But you had a sister.

Where is she?

She's mine now,

and you'll never find her.

A 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.

Lost what?

The beans

Beans? -The special beans

I let him go. I didn't know he'd stolen my beans.

I was watching him crawl back over the wall

When—bang, crash!—a lightning flash

Well, that's another story. Never mind, anyway

At last, the big day came I made my claim

"Oh, don't take away the baby" They shrieked and squeaked

But I did, and I hid her where she'll never be reached

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.

How could you do that?

And when your mother died,

your father deserted you.

Your father was no father,

so why should you be?

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

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

Yeah, but why do we have to go to the next village?

Because everyone in this village knows

the cow hasn't given a drop of milk in weeks.

But that's cheating.

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?

Yes.

How much are you to ask?

No more than five pounds.

Less than five!

Than five!

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 through the woods, and don't delay

We have to face the marketplace

Into the woods to journey's end

Into the woods to sell a friend

You wish to have the curse reversed?

I'll need a certain potion first.

Go to the wood 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 days' time.

'Tis then the Blue Moon reappears,

which comes but once each hundred years.

Bring them and I guarantee

a child as perfect as child can be.

Go to the wood!

Ladies, our carriage awaits!

Now may I go to the Festival?

The Festival?

Darling, those nails! Darling, those clothes!

The lentils are one thing, but darling, with those

You'd make us the fools of the Festival

And mortify the Prince

The Festival lasts three nights.

Surely, you can let me be there for one of them.

The King is trying to find his son a wife, not a scullery maid!

We must be gone!

Stop it!

Come on.

Go!

I wish...

Look what I found. Here, take this.

I'm not wearing that.

Why?

It was my father's.

You heard what she said. This is all his fault.

I want nothing to do with him.

Beans?

Oh, these must be the Witch's beans.

We'll take them with us.

We?

Yes.

We? You're not coming. It's not safe out there.

I can help you!

No, I can do this on my own.

The spell is on my house. Only I can lift the spell

No, no, the spell is on our house

We must lift the spell together

The spell is on our house

Now, remind me, what am I to return with?

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 cow as white as milk, the cape as red as blood

The hair as yellow as corn, the slipper as pure as gold

I still wish to go to the Festival

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

Into the woods, it's time to go

It may be all in vain, you know

Into the woods, but even so I have to take the journey

Into the woods, the path is straight. You know it well

But who can tell?

Into the woods to lift the spell

Into the woods to visit Mother

Into the woods to sell the cow

To get the money

To go to the Festival

Into the woods, to Grandmother's house

Into the woods, to Grandmother's house

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

There's something in the glade there

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 to see the King

To sell the cow -To make the potion

To see, to sell, to get, to bring

To make, to lift, to go to the Festival

Into the woods

To see, to sell, to get, to bring

Into the woods - to make, to lift, to go to the Festival

Into the woods, into the woods

Into the woods, into the woods

Into the woods, then out of the woods

To see, to sell, to get, to bring

To make, to lift, to go to the Festival

Into the woods, then out of the woods

And home before dark