Brigadoon
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- 1954
- 108 min
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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'
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
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.
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.
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..."
to come over to sign
the family Bible.
"- Aye, Father.
- I'm off to see Mr. Lundie."
Attend to the marketing.
Buy everything that's needed
for the weddin' supper.
"- Aye.
- But remember, just what's needed."
My aim for this occasion
is to be hospitable...
not philanthropic.
When you gonna think
about marriage for yourself?
When I find someone
You've never met anyone up 'til now
that made you think of it?
"No, not as yet."
Doesn't that worry you?
"Aye, a little..."
but I'm not gonna let it worry me
into marryin' the wrong one.
Many a lassie
as everyone knows'll
So she'll agree
to most any proposal
All he must be
is a man and alive
I hold a dream
and there's no compromisin'
I know there's one
certain laddie for me
One day he'll come
walkin' o'er the horizon
But should he not
Then an old maid I'll be
Foolish ye may say
Foolish I will stay
Waitin' for my dearie
And happy am I
To hold my heart
'til he comes
Strollin' by
"When he comes, my dearie"
One look and I'll know
That he's the dearie
I've been wantin' so
Though I'll live 40 lives
'Til the day he arrives
"I'll not ever, ever grieve"
For my hope will be high
That he'll come strollin' by
For you see
I believe
That
There's a laddie weary
And wanderin' free
Who's waitin'
For his dearie
Me
What do you do
while you're waitin' around
For your lad to come your way
"Well, when no one is lookin"'
You kneel on the ground
And you pray and pray
And pray
But when lassies sit
and have no men
"Oh, how long becomes the night"
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