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- CPDL #07565:
- Editor: Chris Inglis (submitted 2004-07-09). Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 997 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: please notify composer, he would like to hear responses.
General Information
Title: No One Listens (from 'Prodigal Son')
Composer: Chris Inglis
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
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English text
Father: You never listen to a single word I say.
Do you really want to live your life this way?
I am just saying all this for your own good.
Things have got to change, if you are going to stay.
Mother: Oh no, he can’t go.
It’s to soon to say goodbye.
It hasn’t been that long since he was just a child.
Oh no, you can’t go.
It’s to soon to say goodbye.
Wouldn’t it be all right if stays just for a while?
Son: You never listen to a single thing I say.
You’re never happy with anything I do.
I’ll take my money...
Father: It’s my money!
…and get on out of here.
I’ll do anything to get away from you!
Mother: Oh no, please don’t go.
It’s to soon to say goodbye.
It hasn’t been that long since I held you in my arms.
Oh no, please don’t go.
It’s to soon to say goodbye.
Haven’t I always sheltered you from harm?
Son: I’m out. Gimme the cold hard-
See ya later! I’m out.
Father: Get out! Don’t let the door hit yer rear end on the way out
You never listen to anything I say.
I’ve tried to teach you everything I know.
You and your brother have been my very life.
But maybe now it’s time to let you go. Goodbye.
Mother: Goodbye.
Son: Goodbye.