Sunday (Finale)

Lyrics
[GEORGE, spoken] Dot, why did you write these words? [DOT, spoken] They are your words, George. The ones you muttered so often when you worked. [GEORGE, spoken] "Order." "Design." "Tension." "Composition." "Balance." "Light." Dot, I cannot read this word. [DOT, spoken] "Harmony." [COMPANY] Sunday [GEORGE, spoken] "So much love in his words" [COMPANY] By the blue Purple yellow red water [GEORGE, spoken] "Forever with his colors" [COMPANY] On the green Purple yellow red grass [GEORGE, spoken] "How George looks" [COMPANY] As we pass [GEORGE, spoken] "He can look forever" [COMPANY] Through arrangements of shadows [GEORGE, spoken] "What does he see?" "His eyes so dark and shiny" [COMPANY] Towards the verticals of trees [GEORGE, spoken] "So careful, so exact" [COMPANY] Forever By the blue Purple yellow red water On the green Orange violet mass Of the grass [DOT] In our perfect park [GEORGE] Made of flecks of light And dark [MEN] And parasols... [CELESTES] People strolling through the trees [CELESTES, LOUISE, SOLDIER, & FRANZ] Of a small suburban park [COMPANY] On an island in the river On an ordinary Sunday... Sunday... Sunday... [GEORGE, spoken] "White. A blank page or canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities..."
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Credits
- Writers
- Stephen Sondheim