If Your Mother Were Here

MR. BUCKET, spoken: Well, there might be a hole in the roof, Charlie, but maybe we’ll see a shooting star and we can make a wish on it.

CHARLIE, spoken: Don’t waste a wish on me.

MR. BUCKET, spoken: Oh, Charlie…

(sung) If your mother were here

She would say “that one’s Mars”

She would hang you the Moon

And then she’d bottle the stars

She would say “brush your teeth.

Is that dirt behind your ear?”

You’d be dreaming if your mother were here

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: Evening, love.

MR. BUCKET, spoken: Evening, love.

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: How is he?

MR. BUCKET, spoken: Not good. Maybe you could cheer him up?

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: I’ll see what I can do.

MR. BUCKET, spoken: See you tomorrow.

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: See you tomorrow.

Hey, Charlie, let’s have another look at that notebook of yours.

I want to see all your new inventions.

Charlie? Oh, Charlie…

(sung) If your father were here

You would not be in bed

You’d be acting out the stories

From the books that you’ve read

He’d be walking the plank

Of Charlie Bucket buccaneer

You’d be sailing if your father were here

MR. & MRS. BUCKET: And if wishes were horses

We could gallop away

And if cabbages were watches

I would know the time all day

Ah, but all we can offer you are dreams in every size

So, close your eyes, Charlie Bucket, close your eyes…

MR. BUCKET, spoken: Looks like he’s asleep.

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: Any luck?

MR. BUCKET, spoken: Not today. It’s getting colder tonight.

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: Oh, we’ll manage.

MR. BUCKET, spoken: I’m glad he has you.

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: I’m glad he has you!

MR. BUCKET, spoken: See you tomorrow.

MRS. BUCKET, spoken: See you tomorrow.

MR. BUCKET, spoken: We’ll have to get you another blanket, won’t we, Charlie… eh?

(sung) If your mother were here

She would banish the cold

MRS. BUCKET: And your dad brings the springtime

When your mum’s feelin’ old

MR. & MRS. BUCKET: As we’re watching you grow

MRS. BUCKET: Inch by inch

MR. BUCKET: By inch

MR. & MRS. BUCKET: By year

MR. BUCKET: I would thank her if your mother were here

MR. BUCKET, spoken: Well, Charlie, if you won’t make a wish, then I will.