[Spoken Word, Old Male, Whispered, Drip SFX, Solo Violin] Hello, you there. Come here. Can you help an old storyteller Retrieve the bucket from the well? Good. Good. For your reward I shall tell you a tale. Listen at the bottom of the well As you hear it drip, drip, drip. Let your mind wander As the story unfolds. The goose girl at the well, she dwells. [Orchestral Waltz Begins, 3/4, Harp and Strings, Female Choir humming as Geese] Drip goes the bucket, Turn goes the world, White necks bending, Feather pearls unfurled. [Verse, Tenor, The Count Lost] At forest's edge, where no road fell, There lived a woman at an old, old well. A Count once lost in evening gloom, Found her cottage through the gloom. [Aria, Soprano, Sad and Beautiful, Slow Waltz, Tears become Pearls] By well-water cold, where wild geese dwell, I weep the pearls my true love knew Three years I wept, three years in stone, My beauty hid in ash and skin O bucket heavy, O heart so light, My tears are jewels in moon's soft spell [Bridge, Mezzo-Soprano, Powerful Reveal, Orchestral Swell] Count! You carried well! That weight was not just water, man! Each bucket held a test! For I am no witch! I am the keeper! This girl is the daughter of a King! [Grand Finale Waltz, Full Orchestra and Choir, Triumphant, Key Change to C Major] Drip, drip, drip! The well runs clear! Turn, turn, turn! The tale is near! The goose girl rises, fair and tall, No soot, no sorrow, pearls for all! The Prince returned, my love at last, The well's enchantment broken, past! [Outro, Spoken Word Reprise, Water Drip, Music Box Fades] Look down the well, where waters swell... Drip... drip... drip...
