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Once, Again: Arthur Darvill and Joanna Christie Sing From the Broadway Musical

OnceAgain1Arthur Darvill and Joanna Christie, who have been playing the leads in “Once” on Broadway for the past month, performed at the final Broadway in Bryant Park lunchtime concert of the summer.

Here are videos of their performance. (The lyrics are below)

Joanna Christie talks briefly about her background as a pianist and then plays and sings “The HIll”

“Gold”

“Falling Slowly”

The Hill by Marketa Irglova
Walking up the hill tonight
when you have closed your eyes.
I wish I didn’t have to make
all those mistakes and be wise.
Please try to be patient
and know that I’m still learning.
I’m sorry that you have to see
the strength inside me burning.

But where are you my angel now?
Don’t you see me crying?
And I know that you can’t do it all
but you can’t say I’m not trying.
I’m on my knees in front of him
but he doesn’t seem to see me.
With all his troubles on his mind
he’s looking right through me.
And I’m letting myself down
By satisfying you
And I wish that you could see
that I have my troubles too.

Looking at you sleeping
I’m with the man I know.
I’m sitting here weeping
while the hours pass so slow.

And I know that in the morning
I’ll have to let you go
and you’ll be just a man
once I used to know.
But for these past few days
Someone I don’t recognize.
This isn’t all my fault.
When will you realize?

Looking at you leaving,
I’m looking for a sign

Gold by Interference
And I love her so
I wouldn’t trade her for gold
I’m walking on moon beams
I was born with a silver spoon
And i’m gonna be me
I’m gonna be free
I’m walking on moon beams
and staring out to sea

and if a door be closed
then a row of homes start building
and tear your curtains down
for sunlight is like gold

And you better be you
And do what you can do
When you’re walking on moon beams
Staring out to sea
Cause if your skin was soil
How long do you think before they start diggin’
and if your life was gold
how long would you think you’d stay livin’?
Hey

And I love her so
I wouldn’t trade her for gold

Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard
I don’t know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can’t react
And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You’ll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing it loud

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About New York Theater
Jonathan Mandell is a 3rd generation NYC journalist, who sees shows, reads plays, writes reviews and sometimes talks with people.

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