FLYNN

Once a beautiful queen and noble king
Ruled a city upon a hill
They had a baby well on the way, but then one day
Her royal highness took deathly ill

And as her sickness grew graver
And nothing could save her
A sage told a legend of old

KING FREDERIC, spoken

Yes?

SAGE, spoken

The flower of gold

KING FREDERIC, spoken

What's that?

SAGE, spoken

Only a story sire, a myth! But maybe...

KING FREDERIC, spoken

Tell me!

SAGE

When the world was begun, a drop of sun
Fell to earth and became a flower

KING FREDERIC, spoken

Go on

SAGE

Instead of giving off a perfume, its golden bloom
Glows with magical healing powers

KING FREDERIC, spoken

Mеn, gather round!

FLYNN

The king demandеd his guard

KING FREDERIC

Find it now! No holds barred!
And the queen's final death bell has tolled
This flower of gold

GUARDS

Yes, sire!

FLYNN

Now the tale was true
For indeed it grew
Hidden by a twisted old crone
Who for centuries alone
Kept the secret of what it could do

MOTHER GOTHEL

Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine

GUARDS

Look, there it is!

FLYNN

Up they shovelled it, and with flower in hand
Back they rode to the desperate king

SAGE

The sage has brewed the leaves in a tea and instantly
Cured her highness of everything

FLYNN

And on that very same morn
A sweet princess was born

MIDWIFE

And her hair was a sight to behold

KING FREDERIC

Like a flower of gold

QUEEN ARIANNA

Flower of gold

ALL

A flower of gold

FLYNN

And their joy was rare
But guess who was there
Hiding in the nursery that night
To make use of the light
Shining bright in the princess's hair

MOTHER GOTHEL

Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power-

FLYNN

But the magic left when she cut off a strand

MOTHER GOTHEL, spoken

No!

FLYNN

So instead the lady took matters in hand

QUEEN ARIANNA

No my baby! No!

ALL

Flower of gold
Flower of gold

SAGE

Eighteen years have gone by. How fast they fly!

MIDWIFE

Still the princess has not been seen

MAID

And every year the day she was born, the people mourn

MIDWIFE

No one more than the king and queen

ALL

Still every year on that night
We set lanterns alight
And we pray she'll return to the fold

QUEEN ARIANNA

Flower of gold

KING FREDERIC

Our flower of gold

ALL

Our flower of gold
Our flower of gold

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