No One Mourns The Wicked Lyrics

CHILD:
Good news! The Witch, she's dead!
Come out, come out, she's gone!

CITIZENS OF OZ:
Good news
She's dead
The Witch of the West is dead
The wickedest witch there ever was
The enemy of all of us here in Oz
Is dead
Good news
Good news

SOMEONE IN THE CROWD:
Look! It's Glinda!

GLINDA:
Let us be glad
Let us be grateful
Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue
The wicked workings of you-know-who
Isn't it nice to know?
That good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe'll by and by
Outlive a lie
For you and—

SOMEONE IN THE CROWD:
No one mourns the Wicked

ANOTHER PERSON:
No one cries, "They won't return"

ALL:
No one lays a lily on their grave

MAN:
The good man scorns the Wicked

WOMEN:
Through their lives, our children learn

ALL:
What we miss when we misbehave

GLINDA:
And Goodness knows the Wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows the Wicked die alone
It just shows, when you're wicked
You're left only on your own

ALL:
Yes, Goodness knows the Wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows the Wicked cry alone
Nothing grows for the Wicked
They reap only what they've sown

CHILD IN THE CROWD:
Miss Glinda
Why does Wickedness happen?

GLINDA:
That's a good question
Are people born Wicked?
Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, the Wicked Witch had a childhood
She had a father, who by the way, had been appointed Governor of Munchkinland

FREXSPAR:
I'm off to the assembly, dear

GLINDA:
And she had a mother, as so many do

FREXSPAR:
How I hate to go and leave you lonely

MELENA:
That's alright, it's only just one night

FREXSPAR:
But know that you're here in my heart
While I'm out of your sight

GLINDA:
And, like every family, they had their secrets

LOVER:
Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty
I've got one more night left here in town
So have another drink of green elixir
And we'll have ourselves a little mixer
Have another little swallow, little lady
And follow me down

GLINDA:
And one thing led to another, as it so often does

MELENA:
No!

GLINDA:
But from the moment the witch was born, she was, well, different

MIDWIFE:
It's coming

FREXSPAR:
Now?

MIDWIFE:
The baby is coming

FREXSPAR:
Oh, and how!

MIDWIFE:
I see a nose

FREXSPAR:
I see a curl

FREXSPAR & MIDWIFE:
It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little—

MIDWIFE:
Oh!

FREXSPAR:
Oh! Sweet Oz! Oh!

MIDWIFE:
How can it be?

FREXSPAR:
What does it mean?

MIDWIFE:
It's uncanny

FREXSPAR:
It's obscene

MIDWIFE & FREXSPAR:
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage
The baby is unnaturally

DULCIBEAR:
Green

FREXSPAR:
Take it away
Take it away!

GLINDA:
And so, it couldn't have been easy

ALL:
No one mourns the Wicked
Now, at last, she's dead and gone
Now, at last, there's joy throughout the land
And Goodness knows

GLINDA:
Goodness knows

ALL:
We know what Goodness is

GLINDA:
Oh, ooh

ALL:
Goodness knows the Wicked die alone

GLINDA:
She died alone

ALL:
Woe to those (Woe to those)
Who spurn what Goodnesses
They are shown
No one mourns the Wicked

GLINDA:
Good news

ALL:
No one mourns the Wicked

GLINDA:
Good news

ALL:
No one mourns the Wicked
Wicked
Wicked