Helen Sjöholm, Russell Watson, Kevin Odekirk
Kristina
My God, dear Robert – how you’re bleeding
Your face all raw and running red
Come here and let me take a look at you
Come rest your head
Robert
He struck me down without a reason
That’s been his way right from the start
My master has no pity for the weak
He has no heart
Karl Oskar
I’ll make him curse the times
He raised his arm against you
For every stroke he gave you
I will land him ten!
To strike a boy of fifteen
Shame the name of Nilsson!
By Christ, you’ll never have to
work for him again
Robert
No more I’ll bend before a master
Nor spend my life in fear of tyrants
This is a solemn oath I swear
And there’s no turning back
You must help me now, Karl Oskar
Karl Oskar
Tell me, what is it you want me to do?
Robert
I want my share of the inheritance.
I’m going to America.
You think I’m lying like you always do, dear brother.
Karl Oskar
I thought I knew you, boy, but little did I know!
For once it seems we’re in agreement with each other
Yes, that’s exactly where I plan for us to go!
Kristina
No!
Karl Oskar
In America I tell you
No one’s ever hungry
Children never thin
America
They sell you
Land for half a dollar
Pay it and you’re in!
Robert
In America there’s fortune
Streets are paved with gold there
In America is treasure
More than you can hold there
Karl Oskar & Robert
Now tell me that you want to go
Kristina
Wolves eat the children
Snakes bite the plowmen
Savage Indians roaming through the forests
From these parts there is
nobody talks of leaving
Karl Oskar & Robert
Someone has to take the lead
In every new endeavour
Nothing is impossible
For men who share a vision
Who’d have thought the two of us
Would be in this together
Making independently
the very same decision
Kristina
It’s not to the neighbouring parish
or some other part of this country
not even a place on this continent you want to go
No, you have to move to a new world
It could be the moon,
It’s as crazy as that, it’s a pipedream,
as any sane person would know
Karl Oskar
I’ve made my decision
I know what I’m doing
Kristina
Decide all you want to
I’m saying no
Robert
In America I tell you
No one’s ever hungry
Children never thin
America
they sell you
Land for half a dollar
Pay it and you’re in
Karl Oskar
In America there’s fortune
Streets are paved with gold there
In America is treasure
More than you can hold there
Karl Oskar & Robert
Now tell us, yes you want to go
Come on, confess you want to go
Kristina
Heavens, how little you both know!
You’ve got my answer and it’s no!
PRAYER
Kristina
Dear God…
All the ships that have gone down
All the bodies lying down there in the deep
Eaten by the whales, and the ocean monsters
Save us from these, Almighty Saviour Jesus
Amen
I must ask uncle Danjel’s advice…
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