(As a child, the artist Wanda Ga'g was encouraged to paint by her father, Anton. He was already a noted artist by the time she was born, but he died very young, before he could complete her education. On his deathbed, he encouraged her to finish the work that he had started, a charge she took seriously, and carried with her throughout her life. In this scene, Wanda, now an adult and successful but unsatisfied artist, sings to an apparition of her father which has appeared in her studio.)
I WISH THAT I COULD SHOW YOU, PAPA.
SHOW YOU THE HILLS AND TREES I'VE DRAWN
THAT I BELIEVE IN, PAPA.
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED SO MANY HILLS AND TREES
AND GRASS AND CATS AND SKY
NOT REALLY AS THEY ARE, BUT HOW I SEE THEM,
I SEE THEM, PAPA...
I WISH THAT I COULD SEE YOU, PAPA.
SHOW YOU THE EXHIBITIONS OF
WHAT I BELIEVE IN, PAPA.
LAST SPRING, MY DRAWINGS SHOWING IN NEW YORK
WITH GLASS AND WALLS AND WINE
NOT SEEN FOR WHAT THEY ARE, BUT PEOPLE SEE THEM,
THEY SEE THEM, PAPA, PAPA...
I WISH THAT YOU WERE WITH ME
YOUR STRONG HAND AT THE CANVAS
YOUR GIFT FOR LIGHT AND SHADOW
YOUR SMILE TO TELL ME WHAT I'VE DONE IS GOOD
PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I'VE DONE IS GOOD
I WISH THAT YOU COULD TEACH ME, PAPA.
TEACH ME TO FINISH ALL THE THINGS
THAT YOU BELIEVED IN, PAPA.
MY HAND IS SET, MY EYE KNOWS WHAT IT SEES
BUT STILL, WITHOUT YOU HERE
MY LINES, STRONG AS THEY ARE, AREN'T HOW I SEE THEM
I MISS YOU, PAPA, PAPA,
PAPA, PAPA, PAPA.