No One Mourns the Wicked - Sing-Along

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!

Look, it's Glinda!

No one mourns the wicked!
No one cries: "They won't return!"
No one lays a lily on their grave
The good man scorns the wicked!
Through their lives, our children learn
What we miss when we misbehave

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

Miss Glinda, why does wickedness happen?
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
"I'm off to the assembly, dear"
And she had a mother, as so many do

And like every family, they had their secrets

And one thing led to another, as it so often does (no!)
But from the moment the witch was born, she was, well, different

"Take it away, take it away!"
And so, it couldn't have been easy

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
We know what goodness is
Goodness knows
The wicked die alone
Woe to those
Who spurn what goodnesses
They are shown

No one mourns the wicked
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the
Wicked!
Wicked!
Wicked!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Lawrence Schwartz
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