The mountain was a mother, The sorceress, a child. The little one who asked the “why” Made the river run wild. So dance, so dance, so dance— The thorn is gone, the wound is name. Kirikou, Kirikou, The water knows your name.
Who tied you? Where is the rope? I don’t fight hate. I only hope. You stole the water, but you weep. Give me your thorn—I’ll help you sleep. kirikou musical
(Karaba freezes. The thorn in her side glows.) (Kirikou pulls the thorn. Water bursts from the earth. Karaba weeps. The village joins hands.) The mountain was a mother, The sorceress, a child
(Curtain. Drums. A single baobab seed falls into the stream.) Would you like the full libretto, character list, or sheet music cues for this musical? The mountain was a mother