The Music
Music That Gives Voice to the Unspoken
The score of Comes a Stranger does more than move the story forward—it slowly reveals the hearts of those who inhabit it.
As the mystery surrounding Lebaron unfolds, the songs ask a different question. Not who he is, but what he is.
A healer.
A stranger.
A man haunted by his past.
A soul learning that mercy is not simply something we receive, but something we choose.
Blending Colonial New England imagery, French musical influences, and contemporary storytelling, the score invites audiences to discover each character not through what they say, but through what they cannot help but sing.
Experience a selection of song clips below
City on the Hill!
The world shall see our light.
We stand as one before his throne,
His truth, our strength, our right.
The eyes of heaven watch us still;
The eyes of earth fulfill.
We offer grace, we build the tomb.
City on the Hill!
Will you stand beside me, love,
As we reach for stars above?
A place to heal, a place to stay,
Where fear and doubt will fade away.
Though shadows fall and whispers call,
Together we can face it all.
If you believe, then so do I
— A future born beneath this sky.
Who is the man they left behind?
He walks the shore like he's out of time.
No country, law, or cross can bind—
The shadow breathing through the pines.
He is the silence after flame.
He is the stranger with no name.
He is the ghost the sea obeys—
And no one here will speak his praise.
Her voice was calm, her eyes didn’t flee,
No holy fear, just curiosity.
She passed me the cup,
her fingers brushed mine—
And for a breath, I stepped outside time.
The wind didn’t cut, the room didn’t spin—
Maybe hope is a place you let someone in.
Whispers in the meetinghouse,
Is he cure, or is he curse?
Will his healing bring us peace—
Or drag us to the Devil’s thirst?
Watch him close, and watch him well,
Though our sickness bids us tell—
Stranger from a foreign land,
What dark truth lies in his hand?
You’re not as alone as you believe,
There’s more than eyes can see.
In secret hearts, you’ve taken root,
A quiet sanctuary.
And I have something yet to say—
A truth I hold so deep.
You’re more than stranger, more than pain—
You’re mine to keep.