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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hattie Morahan
Hattie Morahan
Narrator
Michael Kosarin
Michael Kosarin
Conductor
London Voices
London Voices
Choir
John Mills
John Mills
Orchestra Leader
Matt Sullivan
Matt Sullivan
Performer
Rupert Cross
Rupert Cross
Programming
Adam Hochstatter
Adam Hochstatter
Programming
Rael Jones
Rael Jones
Programming
Douglas Romayne
Douglas Romayne
Programming
Terry Edwards
Terry Edwards
Choir Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Composer
Christopher Benstead
Christopher Benstead
Arranger
James Shearman
James Shearman
Orchestrator
Kevin Kliesch
Kevin Kliesch
Orchestrator
Michael Barry
Michael Barry
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Producer
John Barrett
John Barrett
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Barrett
Chris Barrett
Assistant Recording Engineer
Frank Wolf
Frank Wolf
Mixing Engineer
Andy Cook
Andy Cook
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Elliot
Jason Elliot
Assistant Recording Engineer
Poppy Kavanagh
Poppy Kavanagh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robin Morrison
Robin Morrison
Editing Engineer
Robin Baynton
Robin Baynton
Editing Engineer
Fiona Cruickshank
Fiona Cruickshank
Editing Engineer
Christopher Brooks
Christopher Brooks
Editing Engineer
Gordon Davidson
Gordon Davidson
Assistant Recording Engineer
M. Sullivan
M. Sullivan
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Then one night
An unexpected intruder arrived at the castle
Seeking shelter from the bitter storm
As a gift, she offered the prince a single rose
Repulsed by her haggard appearance
The prince turned the woman away
But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances
For beauty is found within
[Verse 2]
When he dismissed her again
The old woman's outward appearance melted away
To reveal a beautiful enchantress
The prince begged for forgiveness
But it was too late
For she had seen that there was no love in his heart
As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast
And placed a powerful spell on the castle
And all who lived there
[Verse 3]
As days bled into years
The prince and his servants were forgotten by the world
For the enchantress had erased all memory of them
From the minds of the people they loved
But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose
If he could learn to love another
And earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell
The spell would be broken
If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time
As the years passed he fell into despair and lost all hope
For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Written by: Alan Menken
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