Abraham [spoken]: It's my fault. It should be me lying there. I thought I could bring back what I’d lost, but you were so much more than a memory, Constance. I should've seen that. All that's left are pieces. Pieces of something beautiful. Someone beautiful
Storyteller: He tried to repair her. You must know how hard he tried, never to succeed. When he died they placed her here, and every year they come. Every year they try. The clockmaker’s daughter
All [sung]: Under star
Storyteller [spoken]: The statue in the square
All [sung]: And under cloud
Storyteller [spoken]: Hoping she will come back
All [sung]: Near and far
Storyteller [spoken]: That she will forgive
All [sung]: Come gather round
Chorus 1: Fixed and frozen
Chorus 2: Under star
Chorus 1: In the square
Chorus 2: And under cloud
Chorus 1: Waiting, broken
Chorus 2: Near and far
Chorus 1: Standing there
Chorus 2: Come gather round
Chorus 1: Fixed and frozen
Chorus 2: Under star
Chorus 1: In the square
Chorus 2: And under cloud
Chorus 1: Waiting, broken
Chorus 2: Near and far
Chorus 1: Standing there
Chorus 2: Come gather round
Women: And when the bells begin to chime
Men: Come to the square
Women: Come see the lady trapped in time
Men: At season's end
All: We've come to mend and start the heart that needs a key
Fixed and frozen, in the square
Waiting for the turning of the key
*Key turning*
Storyteller [spoken]: Ahhh, well folks, not this year
Villagers: Ah well, nevermind
That's a shame
Let's go to the pub
Same time next year?
I fancy a drink
Come on, darlings, you've got school tomorrow
Child: Why is she broken?
Storyteller: Sometimes things break. Even the hardiest of things. When there is no longer anything to keep them together
Mother: My grandmother used to tell me about her. She swore it was true
Storyteller: What makes you so sure it isn't?
Mother: She left me this in her Will. It was her father's. Called it her ‘proof’, she’d point at this and say “A.R. Abraham Reed. It was him. It was him who made her.” It's faded now, you can barely see the initials, could be anything. Still works though. It’s nice to think that way, isn't it? But things like that don't happen. Not in real life
Storyteller: I suppose
Mother: After all, if her made her once, why couldn't he just do it again? Well, goodnight
Storyteller (WILL): Couldn’t save you, my love. No. He couldn't save you. Ahh, my aching joints. Still, he saved me, Constance. Don't ask me how. In the end, I don't think even he knew how. There was always something strange about Abraham Reed. I've told your tale a thousand times, hundreds here in the square. The world's a different place. But I'm the same, and, well, you're the same
[sung] And if good things come to those who've waited…
[spoken] I'll be waiting