No. 9a - Mourners' Chorus, and No. 9b - Song - Widow Omee-Omi
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Chorus: | See where she comes, broken-hearted, Life is but an empty dream, Mourning for the dear departed, Broken by a woe supreme. Deep is our woe, soon she must go To her fate by law decreed, Omee-Omi, say your goodbye, From all cares of life you're freed. |
Omee-Omi: | Here in Kachoo a widow's grief Is something quite beyond belief, And duty rules that she must show The outward marks of deepest woe. You wonder at my grief sincere, I never saw my husband dear. If we had met, would my regret Call forth the same despairing tear? Each life has a hidden romance, Or a fancy bitter-sweet, For the man a woman truly loves Is the man she'll never meet. |
Chorus: | Each life has a hidden romance, Or a fancy bitter-sweet, |
All: | For the man a woman truly loves Is the man she'll never meet. |
Omee-Omi: | In girlhood dreams I often see The beau ideal meant for me, And hope would whisper, "Don't despair; Some day his love he will declare." But ah! this one whom I adore Still dwells afar on dreamland shore. We'll never meet, yet I repeat, I'll love that man for ever more. Each life has a hidden romance, Or a fancy bitter-sweet, For the man a woman truly loves Is the man she'll never meet. |
Chorus: | Each life has a hidden romance, Or a fancy bitter-sweet, |
All: | For the man a woman truly loves Is the man she'll never meet. |
Solo: | Enough! the fatal hour draws nigh When you must say your last goodbye! |
Chorus: | The hour draws nigh When she must die. |
Omee-Omi: | The hour draws nigh when I must die! |
Chorus: | Now daylight is fading and softly the pall Has come like a curtain descending, Thro' the dusk we hear the nightingale's call, With the moan of the night-breezes blending. Now daylight is fading and softly the pall Has come like a curtain descending, Thro' the dusk we may hear the nightingale's call, With the moan of the night-breezes blending. |
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