H.G. WELLS
October 13th, 1936, 5 pm. Telegram to the Civic Authority in Granada, Spain. H.G. Wells, London, anxiously desires news of his distinguished colleague Federico Garcia Lorca and will greatly appreciate the courtesy of reply.

CHORUS
In Granada
Shadows creep through
Streets that haunt you
In Granada

Hear how death calls
Blood on white walls
Black as night falls
On Granada

RAMON
I was only a baker waiting for the sun to rise
Then I looked in the mirror and suddenly saw someone with hate in their eyes
GOVERNOR
Tonight the poet dies!
MOTHER & FATHER
Where is my son?
EMILIA
Where's my lover gone?
DALI
Somebody tell me
VARIOUS
What has he done?
MARGARITA
I told him: don't go home
Don't leave me here alone
EMILIA
The man I love
SISTER
My brother
ALL
Our darkest stone

Into the night they took him from us
Out of the light they drove away
Nobody saw - nobody heard
Nobody said a single word
In Granada

CHORUS
Watch the moon climb
Hold back all time
Witness the crime
In Granada

JOSE
They turned me into a jailer, taught me all the greatest lies.
I give hope to the prisoners - they won't see the truth written clear in my eyes
RAMON
Tonight the poet dies
MOTHER
Where is my son?
EMILIA
Where's my lover gone?
DALI
Somebody tell me
VARIOUS
What has he done?
MARGARITA
I told him: don't go home
Don't leave me here alone
DALI/MARGARITA/EMILIA
The man I love
SISTER
My brother
ALL
Our darkest stone!

Into the night they took him from us!
Out of the light they drove away
Nobody saw - nobody heard
Nobody said a single word
In Granada!

Into the night they took him from us!
Out of the light they drove away
Nobody saw - nobody heard
Nobody said a single word
In Granada!