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No. 12 - Song - Constance - "A moonlight song."
| Constance: | Does the light of the moon Come to thee thro' the trees Like the smile of thy love, my love? And the murmur of leaves That are stirred by the breeze, Is it like the voice of thine own dear love? It is the smile of mine, It is the voice of mine, Born of the breeze and the moonlight. So does love smile on us; So does love sing to us, E'er with a voice so divine. So does love smile on us; Ever with eyes so divine. Little bird of the night, is thy song for me? Dost thou, too, love in vain, in vain? Of what never can be dost thou dream in delight? Ah! I am thy sister and know thy pain. Ah, well thy grief I know. |
| Tell it all, I pray to me, Secret it for aye shall be. La la la la la Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah. Ah, tell me all! All thy secret I will keep for aye. Tell it all to me. In thy song, tell it all to me, In thy song, tell it all to me, Ah, I promise thee that none shall ever know, Ah, no! Tell it all, I pray to me, Secret it for aye shall be. La la la la la Ah, Ah, Ah, Tell it all, I pray to me, I will ne'er betray, I will ne'er betray, Do not say me nay! La la la la la. I pray thee tell thy woe to me! Ah, Ah, Ah. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Highwayman
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