Les Quatre Filles Du Docteur March

Pa went off to war, his children cry softly
In the house, Ma is busy, worried, and sometimes thinks
That life will be hard to bear with little money
But she knows that a mother can count on her children

The four daughters of Dr. March
Were as good of girls as could be
Always united in joys and sorrows
None of them was really the same
The four daughters of Dr. March
Loved to dance, play, and sing
But secretly, they also dreamed
Of finding a husband one day

Months pass in the house
Jo behaves like a boy
Beth and Laurie are at the piano
And when they play together
It's a joy to hear them
But in the cold of November
A telegram announces that Mr. March is wounded

The four daughters of Dr. March
Were as good of girls as could be
Always united in joys and sorrows
None of them was really the same
The four daughters of Dr. March
Loved to dance, play, and sing
But secretly, they also dreamed
Of finding a husband one day

Ma goes to Washington
To be with Father, who is dying
While in the distance, the cannon thunders
Beth knows many a sorrow
But one fine day, Pa returns
And Meg gets engaged
For the family, all ends well
Everyone is reunited

The four daughters of Dr. March
Were as good of girls as could be
Always united in joys and sorrows
None of them was really the same
The four daughters of Dr. March
Loved to dance, play, and sing
But secretly, they also dreamed
Of finding a husband one day

The four daughters of Dr. March
Were as good of girls as could be
Always united in joys and sorrows
None of them was really the same
The four daughters of Dr. March
Loved to dance, play, and sing
But secretly, they also dreamed
Of finding a husband one day