Not A Sound Lyrics
A beautiful little girl
Born of music, made of dreams
Her world, just five years old
And as the snow falls down
On the cold, hard, ground
There's not a word, not a whisper, not a sound.
And as the snow falls down on the cold hard ground
There's not a word, not a whisper, not a sound
Motherless and fatherless, little Brooklyn was sent off to an orphanage,
The Sisters of Charity
Guess who's the sister
Then two years to the day her mother died,
seven year old Brooklyn walked into the orphanage chapel,
and though her hands had never touched the church organ before, she began to play.
She began to sing the Unfinished Lullabye
La la la la, la la, la la la la, let our fate write words to this!
Not A Sound Lyrics From The Musical Brooklyn