Chris Miller & Michael Park & Robert Lenzi & Carolee Carmello & Andrew Keenan-Bolger
Chris Miller & Tuck Everlasting Original Broadway Cast Ensemble & & Terrence Mann & Andrew Keenan-Bolger & Robert Lenzi & Carolee Carmello & Sarah Charles Lewis
Chris Miller & & & Tuck Everlasting Original Broadway Cast Ensemble & Sarah Charles Lewis
Chris Miller & Tuck Everlasting Original Broadway Cast Ensemble & Sarah Charles Lewis
Chris Miller & Tuck Everlasting Original Broadway Cast Ensemble & Sarah Charles Lewis & Andrew Keenan-Bolger
Chris Miller & Michael Wartella & Fred Applegate
Chris Miller & Michael Wartella & Fred Applegate
Chris Miller & Sarah Charles Lewis & Robert Lenzi & Andrew Keenan-Bolger & Carolee Carmello
Chris Miller & Michael Park & Carolee Carmello
Chris Miller & Sarah Charles Lewis
Chris Miller &
Andrew Keenan-Bolger, Sarah Charles Lewis, Tuck Everlasting Original Broadway Cast Ensemble & Sarah Charles Lewis & Andrew Keenan-Bolger
Chris Miller & Andrew Keenan-Bolger
Chris Miller &
Chris Miller & Sarah Charles Lewis
Chris Miller & Robert Lenzi
Chris Miller & Robert Lenzi & Andrew Keenan-Bolger & Michael Park & Carolee Carmello
Chris Miller & Terrence Mann
Chris Miller & Fred Applegate & Michael Wartella
Chris Miller & Sarah Charles Lewis & Michael Park
Chris Miller & Michael Park & Carolee Carmello & Robert Lenzi & Andrew Keenan-Bolger & Terrence Mann
Chris Miller & Sarah Charles Lewis
Chris Miller &
Chris Miller & Tuck Everlasting Original Broadway Cast Ensemble & Michael Park & Carolee Carmello & Robert Lenzi & Andrew Keenan-Bolger
Miles tells Winnie the downsides of being immortal with the story of his past. He had a wife and son before he realized what the spring did. Unfortunately, as his son and wife aged, he didn’t. Eventually his wife took his son and left him, fearing he was magic or cursed.
Winnie comforts him by telli...
[Miles]:
I had a farmhouse
With a grandfather clock
Where I would teach time to my son
Our lessons began
At twelve o'clock sharp
When the hands would come in as one
I'd say "The big hands count minutes, it's so tightly wound
It chases the small hand, to make hours go round"
I taught Thomas
Constellations in the sky
To tell a silver maple from a cottonwood
I taught Thomas
To divide and multiply
But what he never understood was
Time, as I watched him grow
Time, he would never know
Time, where my regret resides
Time, if I only knew
The what and how and who
That time truly divides
There was a farmhouse
With a grandfather clock
Where one day I woke up alone
They feared I was magic
They feared I was cursed
But mostly they feared the unknown
The big hand's the father
The small hand's the son
And there never came a time
When they came back as one
I taught Thomas how to catch a firefly
How to make a pebble skip and rowboat skim
She took Thomas and never said goodbye
The one thing I could never give to him
Was time
Time
I'm left with nothing
Nothing but time