Malcolm Atterbury's Tamarack Playhouse in the Adirondacks (song)

Song: Tamarack Playhouse
Music & Lyrics: AI

[Verse1]
In Town of Lake Pleasant, where pines stand tall and deep,
A summer theater stirred from silent, mountain sleep.
No city lights, no Broadway's urgent, frantic plea,
But Malcolm Atterbury's dream for all the world to see.
With Ellen by his side, they built a stage of wood,
In the Adirondack shade, the Tamarack Playhouse stood.
A place for players, young and old, to find their stride,
Where Karl Malden and Kirk Douglas once performed inside.
[Verse2]
From Philadelphia born, but stage was in his blood,
He turned from railroad riches to the actor's flood.
The Tamarack drew crowds in summers, warm and bright,
Bringing drama's power into the northern night.
Then war broke out, and shadows fell across the land,
The playhouse closed, a future not as they had planned.
He took the show on tour, to troops in uniform,
A different kind of stage, to weather the great storm.
[Verse3]
But Atterbury returned, for one last summer grace,
Before the family turned toward a new, urban space.
The Tamarack's last season, a final, fond applause,
In nineteen forty-seven, it all came to a pause.
The playhouse now is gone, a memory in the mist,
Once as a bar, a shop, where summer memories kissed.
But the spirit of Mac Atterbury lives on and on,
In every fledgling actor who follows twilight's dawn.