DISMAS: By the door, innkeeper,The cellar
door.
LEAH: Mistress, they did not even look on me. Its
morning and we havent too much timeAnd the days bitter cold.
We have set up a standard for the freeAnd it shall
not go down.
Our humble innIs honored by your high
nobility!
You too can have fine new concentration camps and
shoes made outof wood pulp.
If youve an envy or a prejudiceIll play on it and
use it to your ruin.
Is it your business what King Herod
does?
Our humble innIs honored by your high nobility!
Others have often made the same mistakeOften and often and in many countries. VOICE:
We lost our way for a while but weve found our way. The voices speak to you across
the airTo say that once again a child is born.
On your own minds and hearts to let me in,For, if
that happens, all I wish for happens. Ive got a right to have my kids grow upThe way
they ought to grow.
VOICE: Says you were faint of heart and little of
mind? Though I remember just the way he looked,White-faced and chin stuck
out.
They did not even look at me or pauseThough theres
no other inn.
They grind us like dry wheat between the stones.
Already my Aunt Emmeline has had to shoot her third footman.
And yet, unless we go, his message
fails.
Others have often made the same mistakeOften and
often and in many countries.
A crow can taste like quail, with a good sauce. I
lay awhile in sleepAnd a voice said to me, Gloria, gloria,Gloria in excelsis
deo.
WIFE: Were they dreams, the shepherds and the
kings? Not yesterday, but there, the breaking day.
There are the pretty girls with their hair
curled,Back from the labor camp. Theres a smart boy here with a question and he
wants answers. We didnt fold up and yell for a dictator.
You know well enoughWhy none would tarry with
us.
It is to subjugateMens minds before their bodies
feel the steel.