Musical DRACULA
Solitary Man
Dracula
Transylvania is not England,
I know our ways are not your ways
here away from every one
I walk not in the sun a creature of the shade
Here the winds breathe through the casements,
and the battlements are broken,
I am from another age,
a nowforgotten age, an age ruled by the blade
Those days are gone it's time to find a new life,
I need to feel I'm freed, freed from the old ways,
to face the new century unbowed
How few days make up a century,
in my dear new land of England
I shall not seek endless mirth
I'm not attuned to mirth,
I am a solitary man
Your world, your ways, your streets, fresh stimulation
To drink a toast and link arms with my neighbors,
and make myself part of the crowd
I shall find some likeminded connoisseurs,
men who will no doubt share my taste for bloodsports
And now I say goodbye to my sad country,
how strange my life will change in your dark London,
where every desire is allowed
