THE RABBI There once was a man who had two sons
Two sons that differed greatly
The first born son was there on time
The latter rather lately
THE RABBI & TOWNSFOLK The former son, our northern star
Consistent, cold, and boring
The latter warms and charms and schemes
Eyes dreamy and adoring
There once was a man who had two sons
Quite different in their natures
One of them we call the Rule
The other the Rule-Breaker
Two sons, the north and south
Our lives exist between them
One house of honest wealth
That gives our town its name
THE SERVANT’S DAUGHTER & THE SERVANT There once was a mother pale as the moon
Eclipsed at the birth of her son
THE TOWNSFOLK And so we mothered him in her place
We showered our affection on him
Maybe we spoiled him a bit, a bit!
There once was a man who had two sons
He loved beyond all measure
Each of them we’re bound to serve
They are Provision’s treasure
Two sons, the north and south
Our lives exist between them
One house of honest wealth
That gives our town its name
Two sons, the north and south
Our lives exist between them
One house of honest wealth
That gives our town its name
THE SERVANT & THE SERVANT’S DAUGHTER There once was a clan of faith and love that gave two outcasts shelter
They gave us both a brand new life
And we serve them with pleasure
THE SERVANT The father didn’t blame me even though I was their midwife
Instead he blessed us with a home, defending us with his life
THE SERVANT & THE SERVANT’S DAUGHTER There once was a clan of faith and love
The house of God’s provision
That is why we spend our lives devoted to their mission
Two sons, the north and south
Our lives exist between them
One house of honest wealth
That gives our town its name
THE TOWNSFOLK There once was a man for whom east meets west
An author of beginnings
Designer of the means and ends
Good steward of the winnings
An architect of civic life, stage center of our story
Collector of respect, resentment, envy, awe and glory
There once was a source of extravagance
Won’t find any one quite like it
Magnetic a force of ambivalence
We love them but don’t like it
Two sons, the north and south
Our lives exist between them
One house of honest wealth
That gives our town its name
That gives our town its name
That gives our town its name
Provision, provision
Don’t like it
But love it
Provision!
