WAITING FOR SNOW is a story told by actors,
singers, dancers and musicians - an intimate
tale of life and love, distorted by the horrors
of the First World War. This production takes
place in a small town somewhere in England,
but these tiny stories would have been playing
out all over the world; men changed by the
carnage they have had to witness and
women left to wait…
“There’s a white cross where the poppies grow,
There’s a name engraved there of a boy I used to know,
He was fair of face but battle made him less than kind,
As he died he cried, he grieved for the boy he’d left behind.
There’s a young girl waiting on the hill,
Even though her love’s returned, she’s waiting for him still,
He was bright and blithe of spirit, golden as the sun,
But a soldier takes his light and never brings it home.”
(Words and Music by Kaye Tompkins)
