Здесь и ниже привожу английский текст песен, на случай, что театр захочет взять свой вариант:
How many months in a year, my love?
There are thirteen, I would not lie…
But the sweetest month in all the year
Is the month one does not die.
Twas one fine day in a time long past
When the Sheriff and his men
In the forest dark had lost their way
With the fair maid Marian,
With the fair maid Marian.
What you hear in the wood, my love?
What make your face so warn with care?
I saw my love all dressed in white.
I heard the leaves a Whispering there.
That death is a song so sweet, my love.
That death is a song so sweet.
Within the forest dark and deep
Among the gnarled and twisted woods
Among the fallen cherry trees
The lady sits alone and broods.
I wish you were in
The wild wood deep.
I wish you were in the sea,
I wish you were in
The bottom of Hell
And far away from me
And far away from me.
The Moon rose up
And the wood was full
Of shadows things come out to play
And while she lay
Staring at the sky
Her lover crept far away, my love,
Her lover crept far away.