NEVERMORE TO BE
When the leaves turn gray in September
And the winter is riding on the breeze
I think of days gone by and I remember
All the people lost and gone from me
I think of everybody nevermore to be
It soon will be the same for me
I talk to everybody nevermore to be
They only hear me in my dreams
They say the western sky goes on forever
But there's no sky wider than a person's eyes
And in dreams they all can be together
Cause in your dreams nobody ever dies
There's nothing left of nothing
Outside my memory
And there'll soon be nothing left for me
So keep your eyes wide open
And your fancy free
And I hope that you will think of me
When the wind blows over the prairie
And the wicked winter chill begins
And it seems there's nothing left you haven't buried
And life's a game nobody ever wins
Think of all the people nevermore to be!
OPERATIC VERSION
SUPER: “ONE MONTH LATER.”
INT. THEATER STAGE
Gregg Coleman is in a tuxedo center stage singing an
operatic version of “Nevermore to Be.”
COLEMAN
Folks I know are contemplatin’
‘Bout a westward land that’s out there waitin’
Where the boughs hang heavy beneath a perfect sky
The clouds roll white, the stars all shine
The berries are ripe and as red as wine
The water is sweet
And the whispering wind divine
But there was no tomorrow
No path that I could see
No break of dawn no destiny
And how without their sorrow
Was their joy to be?
The westward land was lost to me
When I awoke my heart was achin’
For a paradise is godforsaken
If the people there are nevermore to be
And the people there were nevermore to be
There is a pause with the music fading, and suddenly the
singer almost shouts the last words.
COLEMAN
Think of all the people
Nevermore to be!