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No. 15 - Madrigal - Arabella, Polly, Pickwick and Sam
| All: | When Autumn fol'age tints the trees With mellowing glory there, Ah! And perfume haunts the vagrant breeze, And perfume haunts the vagrant breeze, It breathes of love, it breathes of love the forest air. [Arabella:] From copse and dell, from glade and vale, From copse and dell, from glade and vale, |
| Polly: | The woodbird's call is sounding clear. Ah! the woodbird's call is sounding clear. |
| Others: | Ah! |
| Sam & Pickwick: | Around, above all sings of love. |
| All: | Around, above all sings of love. For 'tis the ripening time, The ripening time of year. For 'tis the ripening time, The ripening time of year. |
| Arabella: | Hark! to the sound where the mavis' note Mellow and clear from its feathered throat Trills to the breeze where the sunbeams float, Sweetheart, I love but you. |
| Others: | Higher and clearer the gay song rings, Poised o'er the nest on its hov'ring wings. Hark! to the song that the mavis sings; The song I sing to you, sweetheart, |
| All: | "I love but you." Sweetheart, sweetheart, I love but you, From all the country side. The old, old vale that's ever new Is echoed far and wide: "I love you." The myriad Autumn voices rare Ring out so glad and true The anthem of the forest air I love but you. Sweetheart, sweetheart, I love but you, From all the country side. The old, old vale that's ever new Is echoed far and wide: "I love you." The myriad Autumn voices rare Ring out so glad and true The anthem of the forest air I love but you. |
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American Musical Theatre | Mr. Pickwick
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