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they were not real sorcerers...

because you and I know

there's no such thing...

but their influence

was very real indeed.

Now we had at that time

in Brigadoon...

an old minister of the kirk...

named Mr. Forsythe...

and a good man he was.

- The kindest man in Scotland.

- I believe he was.

No man loved his parish

as did Mr. Forsythe...

"but he was gettin' old,

and it grieved him that one day soon..."

he'd have to leave

those he loved so well.

But most of all

he worried about the witches.

"Now mind you, they hadn't

visited us as yet in Brigadoon..."

but he knew that there was

a band of them coming our way.

So he began to wonder whether

there was not something he could do...

"to protect the folk of his parish,

not only against them..."

but against all the evils

that might come to Brigadoon...

from the outside world

after he died.

Then one day he came to me

and told me...

that he had decided

to ask God for a miracle.

"And on an early Wednesday mornin',

right after midnight..."

he went out to a hill

beyond Brigadoon...

and made his prayer to God.

"And there, in the hush

of the sleeping world..."

he asked God that night

to make Brigadoon...

and all the people in it...

vanish into the highland mist.

Vanish...

but not for always.

They would return

just as they were for one day...

every hundred years.

The people would lead

their customary lives...

but every day when they awoke...

it would be a hundred years later.

And when we awoke next day...

it was a hundred years later.

"In this way,

Mr. Forsythe figured that..."

there'd be no change

in the lives of the people.

They just wouldn't be in any century

long enough to be touched by it.

You mean that...

You mean that you

go to bed at night...

"and when you wake up the next day,

it's a hundred years later?"

Aye.

And every day

is a hundred years later?

Aye.

What happened to the minister?

We ne'er saw him again.

"You see, he realized

to ask for such a miracle..."

"some sacrifice would have to be made,

and he wanted to be the one to make it."

"Well, what was the greatest

sacrifice that he could offer?"

It was to be separated from

those he loved before his time.

And that was why he went out

to a hill beyond Brigadoon...

"where, his miracle granted..."

he'd ne'er see Brigadoon again.

All this happened

200 years ago?

"Aye, lad."

"Which of course to us, you see,

is only two days ago."

Let me ask you something.

Suppose somebody around here

got fed up and wanted to leave?

"- Then what?

- Well, he cannot leave."

"- You mean, I've gotta stay here now?

- No, lad."

But according to Mr. Forsythe's

contract with God...

if anyone belonging

to Brigadoon leaves...

the enchantment

will be broken for all.

"And that night,

when all the people go to sleep..."

Brigadoon will disappear forever.

"Look, I'm not saying

I believe all this..."

butjust for argument's sake...

suppose a stranger like...

"well, like me..."

came to Brigadoon

and wanted to stay.

Could he?

"Aye, he could.

Mr. Forsythe provided for that."

"He didn't miss a trick, did he?"

"No, lad, he did not."

A stranger can stay

if he loves someone here.

"Not Brigadoon itself, mind you,

but someone in Brigadoon..."

enough to be willing

to give up everything...

to stay near that person.

"Which is only right,

because after all, lad..."

if you love someone

deeply enough...

anything is possible.

Aye. Anything is possible.

"Oh, Fiona, shouldn't you be thinkin'

of changin' for the weddin'?"

I had.

"Tommy, will I see ya later?"

I'll be there.

I'd like to stick around...

and see if this place evaporates

like you say.

I must hurry now.

"Good-bye, Mr. Lundie..."

and thank you.

She's a dear lassie.

"Yes, I'm finding that out."

"Mr. Lundie, are you all perfectly happy

living here in this little town?"

"Why, of course, lad."

"After all, sunshine can peep

through a wee hole."

But what's it like at night

when you go to sleep?

For me it's like being

carried on shadowy arms...

up to a distant cloud...

and there I float 'til mornin'.

And yet...

sometimes I think

I hear strange voices.

- Voices?

- Aye.

They say no words

that I can remember...

and yet...

they're voices filled

with a fearful longin'.

And often they seem

to call me back.

I've pondered over it

when I was awake...

and I think...

I have a feelin'

I'm hearin' the outside world.

"Oh, there must be

an awful lot of folk out there..."

searchin'...

for a Brigadoon.

Buchanan!

Douglas!

Lindsey!

There's goin' to be a weddin'.

We have no minister

in Brigadoon now.

"In most villages,

this would be a calamitous thing..."

but when there is

no minister present...

"it is perfectly proper,

according to the laws of Scotland..."

for two people to wed each other

by sincere mutual consent.

There need be nothin' in writin'.

All that is necessary...

is that ye promise

to love each other...

while ye both are on Earth.

"Go ahead, lad."

I shall love ya 'til I die...

and I'll make all effort

to be a good husband to ya.

And so much will I try...

to be a fine and lovin' wife.

"- Are we married now, Mr. Lundie?

- Aye, lad, you're married."

"Go on, kiss her, lad."

"Mr. Forsythe would have liked

to have been here, I know..."

but as long as you're both

good and true to one another...

ya cannot fail

but live in the grace of God...

and Mr. Forsythe could've

wished no more than that.

All I've done

was to want ya too much.

I'm leavin' Brigadoon!

'Tis the end of all of us!

The miracle is over!

"We must stop 'im! Cover the woods!

Sandy and Angus, guard the bridge!"

"Robert, take a group

and spread out along the old kirk!"

"Fiona, is it true?

Could he make Brigadoon disappear?"

"Aye, if he gets away."

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton

Harry Beaton

Run and get him

Get him

Run and get him

Get him

Run ye men or ye will

never see another mornin'

Go and stop him

Stop him

Go and stop him

Stop him

Run ye Highland men

or ye won't get another day

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

Beaton sure came this way

"And we cannot be

too far behind him, laddie"

"Ye there, head for the brae"

"Keep your eye open

or ye will not find him, laddie"

I'll go down to the creek

"And by God, if I see him

I'll throw him in it"

Search the hill to the peak

"Find him, lads

or tomorrow will never, never come"

Run and get him

Get him

Run and get him

Get him

Run and get him now

Or ye won't plow another meadow

Go and stop him

Stop him

Go and stop him

Stop him

Run ye Highland men

Or ye won't get another day

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

If he comes into sight

Hold him fast

Many lives are depending on it

This must not end tonight

They must know that tomorrow

is really going to come

Run and get him

Get him

Run and get him

Get him

Spread your human net

But don't forget

that time's against ya

Go and stop him

Stop him

Go and stop him

Stop him

Run ye Highland men

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