Charles Strouse (born June 7, 1928) is an American composer and lyricist best known for writing the music in the musical Annie.
Strouse was born in New York City, to Jewish parents, Ethel (née Newman) and Ira Strouse, who worked in the tobacco business. A graduate of the Eastman School of Music, he studied under Arthur Berger, David Diamond, Aaron Copland and Nadia Boulanger.
Strouse's first Broadway musical was the 1960 hit Bye Bye Birdie, with lyrics by Lee Adams, who would become his long-time collaborator. For this show, Strouse won his first Tony Award in the category of best musical, and Bye Bye Birdie is considered the precursor of the rock musical. Strouse's next show, All American, with a book by Mel Brooks and lyrics by Adams, came in 1962; it was not a success but it produced the standard “Once Upon a Time” (recorded by Eddie Fisher, Al Martino, Tony Bennett, Frank Sinatra, and Bobby Darin, among others). Following this were Golden Boy (1964, also with Adams), starring Sammy Davis, Jr. and It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's Superman (1966, based on the popular comic strip) which was modestly successful; it introduced the song "You've Got Possibilities" sung by Linda Lavin.
[Mother]
How they play,
Finding treasure in the sand.
They're forever hand in hand,
Our children.
[Tateh]
How they laugh.
She has never laughed like this.
[Mother]
Every waking moment, bliss.
[Both]
Our children.
[Tateh]
See them running down the beach.
Children run so fast...
[Mother]
Toward the future...
[Tateh]
From the past.
[Mother]
How they dance,
Unembarrassed and alone.
[Both]
Hearing music of their own, Our children.
[Tateh]
One so fair,
[Mother]
And the other, lithe and dark.
[Both]
Solemn joy and sudden spark,
Our children.
See them running down the beach.
Children run so fast
Toward the future
From the past.
There they stand,
Making footprints in teh sand,
And forever, hand in hand,
Our childrn.
Two small lives,
Silhouetted by the blue,
One like me
And one like you.
Our children.
Our children.
{speaking}
[Mother]
Well.
[Tateh]
you say that often. 'Well'.
[Mother]
It's because I don't know what to say, Baron.
[Tateh]
I'm not a Baron, of course. I'm a poor immigrant, a Jew, who points a camera so that his child can dress as beautifully as a princess. I want to drive from her memory every tenement stench and filthy immigrant street. I will buy her light and sun and clean wind of the ocean for the rest of her life. Now you know me. Now you understand. I am not Baron. I am Tateh.
[Mother]
Now I know even less what to say.
[Tateh]
Now it's my turn: Well.
[Mother]
Thank you for your confidence. I shall keep it here.
(mother puts her hand to her heart.)