"Flower of Gold" is the opening number of Tangled: The Musical, primarily sung by Flynn Rider. The song is used to introduce Rapunzel's backstory, replacing Flynn's opening short narration from the animated film.
Lyrics[]
Flynn:
Once a beautiful queen and noble king
Ruled a city upon a hill
They had a baby well on the way, but then one day
Her royal highness took deathly ill
And as her sickness grew graver
And nothing could save her
A sage told a legend of old
Sage:
The flower of gold
King Frederic: What's that?
Sage: Only a story sire, a myth! But maybe...
King Frederic: Tell me!
Sage:
When the world was begun, a drop of sun
Fell to earth and became a flower
Instead of giving off a perfume, its golden bloom
Glows with magical healing powers
King Frederic: Men, gather round!
Flynn: The king demanded his guard
King Frederic:
Find it now! No holds barred!
And the queen's final death bell has tolled
This flower of gold
Guards: Yes, sire!
Flynn:
Now the tale was true
For indeed it grew
Hidden by a twisted old crone
Who for centuries alone
Kept the secret of what it could do
Mother Gothel:
Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine
Guards: Look, there it is!
Flynn:
Up they shovelled it, and with flower in hand
Back they rode to the desperate king
Sage:
The sage has brewed the leaves in a tea and instantly
Cured her highness of everything
Flynn:
And on that very same morn
A sweet princess was born
Midwife: And her hair was a sight to behold
King Frederic: Like a flower of gold
Queen Arianna: Flower of gold
All: A flower of gold
Flynn:
And their joy was rare
But guess who was there
Hiding in the nursery that night
To make use of the light
Shining bright in the princess's hair
Mother Gothel:
Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power-
Flynn:
But the magic left when she cut off a strand
So instead the lady took matters in hand
Chorus:
Flower of gold
Flower of gold
Sage: Eighteen years have gone by. How fast they fly!
Midwife: Still the princess has not been seen
Maids: And every year the day she was born, the people mourn
Midwife: No one more than the king and queen
All:
Still every year on that night
We set lanterns alight
And we pray she'll return to the fold
Queen Arianna: Flower of gold
King Frederic: Our flower of gold
All:
Our flower of gold
Our flower of gold
