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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Charlotte Church
Soprano
Sian Edwards
Direction d’orchestre
Paul Keogh
Guitare
Jeremy Backhouse
Direction de chœur
Mark Hammond
Programmation de synthétiseur
Maya Iwabuchi
Direction d’orchestre
Philharmonia Orchestra
Orchestre
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lucy Simon
Composition
M. Norman
Composition
William David Brohn
Orchestration
Chris Walker
Adaptation
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Keith Thomas
Production
Grace Row
Production déléguée
Jeremy Caulton
Production déléguée
Billy Whittington
Ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Granger
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jake Jackson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Tankersley
Ingénierie
Charles Harbutt
Ingénierie
David Streit
Assistance d’ingénierie
Firooz Zahedi
Photographie
Jeri Heiden
Direction de création
Kevin Edlin
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tim Lauber
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
Yes, child, come in
Thank you, sir
Are you well?
Do they take good care of you?
Yes, sir
Thank you, sir
Is there anything you need?
Would you like some toys, or books, or dolls, perhaps?
Might I...
Speak up, child
Might I have a bit of earth, sir?
A bit of earth?
To plant seeds in, yes sir
A garden
Do you care about gardens so much, then?
I didn't know about them in India
I was always ill and tired and it was too hot
A bit of earth
I sometimes played at making little flower beds, sticking things in the sand...
She wants a little bit of earth
She'll plant some seeds
The seeds will grow
The flowers bloom
But is their bounty
What she needs?
How can she chance
To love a little bit of earth?
Does she not know?
The earth is old
And doesn't care if
One small girl wants things to grow
She needs a friend
She needs a father
Brother, sister
Mother's arms
She needs to laugh
She needs to dance
And learn to work
Her girlish charms
She needs a home
The only thing she really needs
I cannot give
Instead she asks
A bit of earth
To make it live
She should have a pony
Gallop 'cross the moor
She should have a doll's house
With a hundred rooms per floor
Why can't she ask for a treasure?
Something that money can buy
That won't die
When I'd give her the world
She asks instead
For some earth
A bit of earth
She wants a little bit of earth
She'll plant some seeds
The seeds will grow
The flowers bloom
Their beauty just the thing she needs
She'll grow to love the tender roses, lilies fair
The iris tall
And then in fall
Her bit of earth will freeze and kill them all
A bit of earth, a bit of earth
A bit of earth, a bit of earth
Written by: Lucy Simon, Marsha Norman


