[Jerusha Abbot]: A perfectly awful day The first Monday of every month Every floor scrubbed Every chair dusted A perfectly awful day Every bed without a wrinkle Every hair combed on 97 orphans Poor Jerusha Abbot Has to bear the brunt of it all Poor Jerusha Abbot The oldest orphan in the John Grier home A perfectly awful day The trustees come to visit Taking tea breaks Having reports written They hurry away in the night For houses in the city And I watch them with 97 orphans Poor Jerusha Abbot Never breaking free of this place Poor Jerusha Abbot The oldest orphan in the John Grier home Little Tommy Dylan comes singing up the stairs (As Tommy Dylan) Jerusha Abbot you are wanted In the office and you better hurry up (As Jerusha) Who wants me? (As Tommy Dylan) Mrs. Libbot in the office And I think she's really mad (As Jerusha) Where did I go wrong? Were the sandwiches not thin enough? Were there shells in the nutcakes? Where did I go wrong? Did a lady visitor see the hole In Susy Hawthorne's stocking? A perfectly awful day A silhouetted figure Tall and gangly Shrouded in the darkness I cannot see his face But the headlights in the driveway Cast a shadow sharp against the wall Looking like a daddy longlegs The biggest one that I have ever seen A creeping crawling daddy longlegs And it makes me laugh On this awful day Me, Jerusha Abbot The oldest orphan in the John Grier home
[Jerusha Abbot]: Who is this man? Who has designed this uncommon plan To educate Jerusha However best he can How can this be? Who would take on this uncertainty To educate Jerusha Who in heavens name is he I guess I'll never know him I guess I'll never even learn his name These are his orders This is his game I guess I'll never know him You mustn't know your betters But he will know me in letters And though I might Thank him twice each and every night He will never answer No Mr. Smith will never write I guess I'll never know him Though I am rather curious to see What kind of man would educate me? I guess I'll never know him You mustn't know your betters But he will know me in letters This man will never write me I cannot outguess him So how should I address him?
Somewhat amusing A semblance of style Certainly better than many a letter I've read in a while But what makes me chuckle Lo and behold She thinks I'm old And crusty too Perhaps and cold She thinks I'm old A misconceit has taken hold Good punctuation The humor is quaint And reading her prose I suppose is more fun Then say watching the drying of paint But it's sort of funny In its own sort of way She thinks I'm grey Why she thinks so I can't say She thinks I'm grey And no doubt withering away But I made it clear my obligation Does not include communication A girl could lead to aggravation Boys never question their patron's appearance They'd never consider such gross interference Boys are less trouble in my estimation My appearance should mean as little to her As hers to me Is she fair or dark? Fat or thin? Short or tall? I've no idea and no wish to know What does it matter? She has a brain That's what matters A brain and a wit and a fearless turn of phrase This girl deserves her chance A good education Is all that she'll need Then she'll go on to write A triumphant first novel The great Liberaty will read She'll be the crème de le crème The talk of the town A prominent author of world renown While I look on from the side Glowing with pride Knowing how it all began Content to remain in the shadows A girl-hating grey old man
He reminds me of you
In much younger days
Softly eccentric
And set in his ways
He reminds me of you
It's funny and yet
How can he really
Remind me of someone
That I've never met?
And P.S. I wish
You and I could be friends
Wouldn't that be a lovely surprise?
Cause he is so sweet
To be writing to you
If I knew
The color of your eyes
We went for tea
At an outdoor cafe
Oh and his eyes are both
Blue by the way
We talked and we talked
You should have been there
And then he went on about
Meville and Woodsbin
I'm floating on air
And P.S. I blushed when he offered his arm
And we walked under fair weather skies
And oh how I wish
That you'd been with us too
And I knew the color of your eyes
He made it seemed like I'd known him from long ago
Laughed at my jokes
Though they scarcely seemed apropos
I'm feeling more like a girl
And less like a child
Oh what a man, I'll never forget
But really the only man I've ever met
Then he took the train and I heaved a sigh
And Julia got angry cause he left without even saying goodbye
And P.S. It's late
And I can't get to sleep
So I'll lay out my soul on the line
What do I care if there's blue in his eyes
If someday, they're looking into mine
(Performed by Megan McGinnis (Jerusha) and Paul Alexander Nolan (Jervis)
JERUSHA Why does it feel like I'm flying, somebody wake me at last for I'm right on the edge of a wide wide world... And I look at so many faces in a place I never dreamed I would be, there is one empty chair that I simply can bear to see... And I'm fighting back the tears, yes I'm fighting back the tears on graduation day.
Still this is rather amazing, summa cum lauda and on, but it won't mean a thing if everyone's legs are small. And I'm fighting back the tears, yes I'm fighting back the tears on graduation day
JERVIS I'm here Jerusha, I'm standing in front of you now, I'm here Jerusha, I just look like a person you know, I'm here Jerusha, I'm here Jerusha. And I'm fighting back the tears, yes I'm fighting back the tears on graduation day.
JERUSHA Well this is your lost mr Clothes Pole, (Well here I am) mr Girl Hater, dear mr Smith, (Right before your eyes) or whatever you're called, you did not show, (I'm right here) you are not here. And now I'm fighting back the tears, (Fighting back the tears) breaking through my fears for I will stand out from the crowd (And you have made somebody proud) and make somebody proud.
I have torn you from my heart I have stripped myself of any pointless expectation that you will ever change your ways I have torn you from my life I have washed my hands of ever hoping you will be there when I most need a friend but you'll never be there daddy on that I can depend (charity) I have torn you from my soul you have hurt me for the last time (charity) and I won't go on believing you'll never hear another plea (charity) yes you have your freedom but you don't have me (who is helping whom) I too am free (who is helping whom) I too am free (just who is helping whom)
Daddy Long Legs is a stage musical with a book by John Caird, and music and lyrics by Paul Gordon. It is based on the 1912 novel of the same name by Jean Webster. Set in turn-of-the-century New England, the musical tells the story of orphan Jerusha Abbott of the John Grier Home and her mysterious benefactor who agrees to send her to college, who she dubs "Daddy Long Legs" after seeing his elongated shadow. Under the conditions of her benefactor, Jerusha sends him a letter once a month, describing her new-found experiences with life outside the orphanage.
The musical was developed as part of the Ann Deal/Fashion Forms Plays-in-Progress Series at Rubicon Theatre in Ventura County, California in 2007. It was co-premiered by the Rubicon, TheatreWorks Silicon Valley, and Cincinnati Playhouse in 2009-2010. The musical then premiered in London's West End at the St. James Theatre in 2012, and Off-Broadway at the Davenport Theatre in 2015. The musical opened in Tokyo in 2012 and Canada in 2013.
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