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Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber
Lyrics: Jim Steinman
Book: Patricia Knop + Gale Edwards + Andrew Lloyd Webber
Premiere: Wednesday, July 1, 1998
[Full congregation]
The Keys to the vaults of heaven
May be buried somewhere in a prayer
The Keys to the vaults of heaven
May be heavy or lighter than air
Open up the vaults
Open up the vaults
We've got to find the keys
The nights have been growing darker
They're darker now than sin
We'll open the vaults of heaven
The treasures are there within
[Solo]
The keys to the vaults of heaven
May be seen in a pure child's eyes
The keys to the vaults of heaven
May be heard in our desperate cries
[Solo & Children]
Open up the vaults
Open up the vaults
We've got to find the keys
The nights have been growing darker
Even darker now than sin
We'll open the vaults of heaven
The glories are there within
[The Children]
One sweet day when the whole worlds ready
We'll awake to a glorious sight
[Swallow & Children]
Our saviour returns to guide us
We'll be gratefully blinded by light
[Full congregation]
We've got to find the keys
We've got to find the keys
To open up the vaults
The nights have been growing darker
So much darker now than sin
We'll open the vaults of heaven
And the answers are there, within.
We've got to find the keys
We've got to find the keys
To open up the vaults
The nights have been growing darker
So much darker now than sin
We'll open the vaults of heaven
And the answers are there, within.
"Our saviour will once again walk amongst us. He will return my friends. We
have his promise. And those who fail to recognise him will burn in a fiery
hell. Those who do see his glory will never be weak, nor sick, nor hungry, nor
lonely again. No more pain, no more loss, no more sorrow"
The words leave a lasting impression in the minds of the three grieving
children, especially Swallow who is on the verge of becoming a woman. A young
woman without a mother to guide her.
The overture (instrumental version) of Whistle down the wind plays, as the
freeway rises to reveal the children playing below.
Swallow, Brat and Poor Baby sing I never get what I pray for...
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