Wicked – No One Mourns The Wicked lyrics

Citizens of oz:
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!

Someone in the Crowd:
Look! It's Glinda!

Glinda:
Fellow Ozians...
Let us be glad
Let us be grateful
Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue
The wicked workings of you-Know-Who
Isn't it nice to know
That good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe'll by and by
Outlive A lie
For you and--

Someone in the Crowd:
No one mouns the wicked

Another Person:
No one cries: "THEY WON'T RETURN!"

All:
No one lays A lily on their grave

Man:
Thegood man scorns the wicked!

Women:
Through their lives, our children learn:

All:
What we miss
When we misbehave...

Glinda:
And goodness knows
The wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The wicked die alone
It just shows when you're wicked
You're left only
On your own...

All:
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...

Glinda:
Are peole born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father. She had a mother, as so many do...

Father:
How I hate to go and leave you lonely

Mother:
That's alright--It's only just one night

Father:
But know that you're here in my heart while I'm out of your sight...

Glinda:
And like every family- they had their secrets.

Lover:
Have another drink, my dark-Eyed beauty
I've got one more night left, here in town
So have another drink of green elixir
And we'll have ourselves A little mixer
Have another little swallow, little lady,
And follow me down...

Glinda:
And of course, from the moment she was born, she was - well - different...

Midwife:
It's coming...

Father:
Now?

Midwife:
The baby's coming...

Father:
And how!

Midwife and Father:
I see A nose
I see A curl
It's A healthy, perfect
Lovely, little -

Father:
Sweet Oz!

Mother:
What is it? What's wrong?

Midwife:
How can it be?

Father:
What does it mean?

Midwife:
It's atrocious!

Father:
It's obscene!

Midwife and Father:
Like A froggy, ferny cabbage
The baby is unnaturally-

All:
Green!

Father:
Take it away... Take it away!

Glinda:
So you see - it couldn't have been easy!

All:
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

Glinda:
She died alone...

All:
Woe to those
Who spurn what goodnesses
They are shown
No one mourns the wicked...

Glinda:
Good news!

Crowd:
No one mourns the wicked!

Glinda:
Good news!

All:
No one mourns the wicked!
Wicked!
Wicked!