Brigadoon

Once in the Highlands

The Highlands of Scotland

Deep in the night

on a murky brae

There in the Highlands

The Highlands of Scotland

Two weary hunters

Lost their way

And this is what happened

The strange thing

that happened

To two weary hunters

Who lost their way

Brigadoon

Brigadoon

Blooming under

Sable skies

Brigadoon

Brigadoon

There my heart

Forever

Lies

Let the world grow cold

Around us

Let the heavens

Cry above

Brigadoon

Brigadoon

In my valley

There'll be

Love

Come all to the square

Come all to the square

The market square

The market square

Salted meat

I'm sellin' there

"At the square, laddie"

Come ye to the fair

Ale for sale

or barter there

"At the square, laddie"

Ale for sale

or barter there

"At the square, laddie"

Come all ye down

Ye in the town

Come ye from the hills

"Woolen cloth I'm sellin' there

at the square, laddie"

Come ye from the mills

Come all ye there

Come all ye there

Come ye to the fair

"Come ye, all ye"

Everywhere to the fair

Come ye from the hills

Come ye from the mills

Come ye in the glen

Come ye bairn

Come ye men

Come ye from the loom

Come from pail and broom

Hear ye everywhere

Don't ye ken

There's a fair

Down on MacConnachy Square

I'm sellin' a bit

of milk and cream

Come sip it and ye will vow

That this is

the finest milk and cream

That ever came out a cow

Though fine as it is

the price is small

With milk an' the cream alack

There's nothin' to do

but sell it all

The cow will not take it back

Come all ye there

Come all ye there

Come ye to the fair

Now all of ye come

to Sandy here

Come over to Sandy's booth

I'm sellin'

the sweetest candy here

That ever shook loose a tooth

I eat it myself

and there's no doubt

'Tis creamy and good and thick

"So, laddies, I hope

you'll buy me out"

'Tis makin' me kind o' sick

Come ye to the fair

Come ye to the fair

Come ye in the glen

Come ye bairn

Come ye men

Come ye from the loom

Come from pail and broom

Hear ye everywhere

Don't ye ken

There's a fair

Down on MacConnachy Square

Let me see that map again.

Let's see.

Here's Auchindale.

"As I remember, that should be

on the left, and I don't remember."

It is.

Here's Braekirk.

Should be on the right.

- Then where the devil are we?

- What's in the middle?

- Nothing.

- That's where we are.

- Nothing?

- Yep.

For a fellow

of my potentialities...

this is an ideal location.

We'll find our way out

when the mist clears.

Must be depressing to be a bird...

and know the hunting season is on.

"The way you aim, the birds

have nothing to worry about."

Yeah? Watch.

Wait a second.

That isn't a grouse.

Fine couple of game hunters we are.

"We come here from New York,

and the first night out, we get lost."

Maybe we took the high road

instead of the low road.

"- Like a drink?

- No, thanks."

Good. That leaves more for me.

You told me

you were gonna cut down.

"Yes, I did,

but I'm a terrible liar."

"Besides, it doesn't pay."

I remember I was going

with a wonderful girl once...

and she used to plead with me

to give it up.

"So, one day I did."

"We discovered we had nothing more

to talk about, so we broke up."

There's something about this forest...

that gives me the feeling

of being in a cathedral.

"If we were, I'd know

where the exit is."

"- You don't believe in anything, do you?

- Of course I do."

Really? What?

Practically anything

I can understand.

Anything that's real to me.

"Things I can touch, taste,

hear, see, smell and swallow."

What about the things

you don't understand?

I dismiss 'em.

"Makes it very easy, doesn't it?"

"Comfortable, anyhow."

- I envy you.

- Why?

You seem so satisfied.

I am. Aren't you?

"No, I'm not."

That's the silliest thing

I ever heard.

You've got a fine job

and you're engaged to a fine girl.

You're lost in a fine forest.

What more do you want?

I don't know.

Something seems wrong.

Especially about Jane and me.

That makes everything seem wrong.

Look how I postponed getting married.

I can't get myself to that altar.

Don't you love her?

You did when we left New York.

Sometimes I think I'm really

not capable of loving.

Sometimes I think nobody is anymore.

That's nonsense.

Don't start talking yourself

into an inferiority complex.

- You don't deserve it.

- What do you mean?

Most of my friends who have

an inferiority complex are right.

They're not as good

as everybody else.

"But you...

young, dashing, loaded."

Hey. Look at that.

- It looks like a village.

- It is.

I thought you said there were

no towns on the map around here.

"- I did. You wanna see the map?

- No, I believe you."

Let's go down.

There must be people down there.

They must eat food.

That's what we're interested in.

Funny it isn't on the map.

Maybe they don't like publicity.

Jean. Jean!

- Come away from the window.

- I'm tryin' to see Charlie.

"I know you are,

and you're not supposed to."

'Tis bad luck to see the groom

before the weddin'.

Put the clothes in the chest.

Do you think he's glad

he's marryin' me...

or do you think he's

beginnin' to regret it?

"Well, if I see him..."

I'll ask him.

"Now, hurry up."

"Father, how did ye feel

when Mother agreed to marry ye?"

I didn't propose to her.

She proposed to me.

Didn't it make you happy?

"Aye, her good judgment

pleased me highly."

"Fiona, you'll be sure

to see Charlie and tell him..."

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