been running through my head
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:
(spoken) Look! It's Glinda!
GLINDA:
(spoken) Fellow Ozians:
(sung) 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 mourns the Wicked
ANOTHER PERSON:
No one cries "They won't return!"
ALL:
No one lays a lily on their grave
MAN:
The good 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 sow