Overture

\"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.\"

THE BOY:

In the night

I open my eyes

All that I see

Is a place where Id rather be

Far from here

On a radiant shore

Safe in your arms

The place where Id rather be

I fall asleep

To the sound of your voice

And all I can hear

Are the songs that you sing to me

I close my mind

From the terror I feel

And all I can hear

The words that you whisper to me

THE CHOIR:

Quam mox vir meus redit domum?

THE BOY:

Try to run

From what I must do

Too many doubts

Pressing on top of me

Try to hide

From what I must do

Too many fears

Chaining and dragging me down

\"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!\"