Lyrics: Paul Gordon/John Caird
Music: Paul Gordon
Mrs. Fairfax:I cannot believe it!
Adele:
What is it, madame?
Mrs. Fairfax:
He means to marry her... a governess!
A slip of a girl
No breeding, no brass
No kinship, no class
A slip of a girl
Who misplaces her grace
And disgraces her place
A slip of a girl
Who should settle for less
And confess a success
I'm outraged and appalled
Distressed and offended
Scandalized, mortified
Shocked and upended
Adele:
Is it true, mam'selle?
Jane:
Yes, it is!
Mrs. Fairfax:
You're a slip of a girl, it's unlikely
I fear he's in love with you, dear
Jane:
Mrs. Fairfax!
Mrs. Fairfax:
A slip of a girl!
Would you marry him when
You've no knowledge of men?
A slip of girl
I would beg you to purge
Your unvirginal urge
I'm fretted and anxious
Concerned and disturbed
Upset, apprehensive
Harassed and perturbed!
Oh, Jane, you must be careful...
I remember in my youth
I thought the same as you
But men, my dear, will break your heart
While swearing to be true
Robert:
From Mr. Rochester, miss.
Jane:
Thank you, Robert...
Mrs. Fairfax:
But these are the Rochester jewels!
Jane:
Oh, yes...
Mrs. Fairfax:
To be worn by a governess?
I'm astonished, alarmed
Perplexed and dumbfounded
Bewildered, embarrassed
Amazed and astounded
Jane:
I don't know why he sent them. I told him I would not wear them.
Mrs. Fairfax:
Not wear them? And who are you to say you will not wear jewels given to you by Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester?
A slip of a girl
Whose form, I'll be sworn
He should scorn to adorn
Jane:
No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax...
Mrs. Fairfax:
A slip of a girl
Who'd be blessed, at the best
To be fetchingly dressed!
Jane:
I shall not wear them!
Mrs. Fairfax:
A slip of a girl
Who'll do as she's told
Or be wholly cajoled
Laughable, impudent
Brazen, audacious
Saucy, impertinent
Bold and ungracious
Adele: Ooh, voila!
Robert: From the tailor at Milcote, miss.
Jane: Oh, yes, thank you...
Mrs. Fairfax:
So this is the wedding dress?
Jane:
Do you like it?
Mrs. Fairfax:
Like it? Well, I...
I remember, long ago
When I wore such a dress...
He died, poor man, and broke my heart
Still broken, I confess
Jane:
I'm very sorry to hear that, Mrs. Fairfax.
Mrs. Fairfax:
A slip of a girl
Insipidly built
Ill - equipped, to the hilt
You're a slip of a girl
And I'll bet he'll not let
You be more than a pet
He's twenty years older
Aesthetics won't let it
Be more than a friendship
You'd better forget it
Jane:
No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax. Edward is young...
Mrs. Fairfax:
Edward?
Jane:
...he's young in his heart!
Mrs. Fairfax: Oh, dear
Jane:He loves me, I'm sure.
Mrs. Fairfax:Oh, dear, I don't know...
Jane: I solemnly swear...
Mrs. Fairfax:Love is a great thing
Jane: Our love will endure.
Mrs. Fairfax:Well then...I'm thrilled,
I'm enchanted, enraptured, and excited
gratified,tickled
I trust I'm invited
I'm charmed
I'm disarmed
Jane Eyre
I'm delighted
Come,Adele.