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No. 5 - Entrance and Song - Greta and Chorus
| Girls: | Here's the little singing girl, |
| Men: | A universal favorite; |
| Girls: | She will chant |
| Men: | What e'er you want, |
| Girls: | Providing you will pay for it. Greet the little singing girl, |
| Men: | And gladly pass the hat around. |
| Girls: | She will sing |
| Men: | Of anything, |
| All: | If coppers you will scatter 'round. Greta's tunes are never dear, Welcome to her, she is here. Greta's tunes are never dear, Welcome to her, she is here. |
| Greta: | Yes, I am here, as you observe, 'Tis useless for me to deny it. Greta, the ballad singing girl, I've a new song, ah! shall I try it? |
| Chorus: | What is it called? this song of thine? Is it of love, of joy, of wine? |
| Greta: | Not so; not so; but as I came along, On the stream afloat in my gliding boat, The river sang to me its song. |
| Chorus: | The river sang to you its song? |
| Greta: | This is the song the Danube trolled, A ballad, passionate and bold! |
| Greta: | Changeful as we in its varied emotions, calm for an hour and then wild in unrest; Onward, O Father of streams, to the ocean, Onward thou speedest; and what is thy quest? What is the song that thou singest for ever? What is the message thou givest to me? Fain would I follow thee, wonderful river, Fain would I follow thee onto the sea. |
| Chorus: | What is the song that thou singest for ever? What is the message thou givest to me? Fain would I follow thee, wonderful river, |
| All: | Fain would I follow thee onto the sea. |
| Greta: | When the moonlight of a summer-night
is silvering thy waters, O'er the waves that glance, Hear the songs and dance, Of thy gay sons and daughters, 'Tis the Laendler tune, Happy lovers croon As they peacefully, peacefully glide O'er thy breast, O stream, And they kiss, and dream That their love, aye will abide. Then when the storm king descends from the mountains, Up thou dost leap like a lion in his lair! Madly on rushing, Ev'ry foe crushing, Marking thy course with death! And despair! No more thy voice is like soft ringing fountains. Nay, 'tis a trumpet song borne on the blast. What is the spirit that ruleth thy waters? Ho! 'tis the storm-king rides galloping past! |
| Chorus: | What is the spirit that ruleth thy waters? Ho! 'tis the storm-king rides galloping past! Ho! 'tis the storm-king rides galloping past! |
| Greta: | 'Tis the storm-king rides galloping past! And when the night of tempest's gone, We look once more on thee at dawn, So peaceful in the calm sunshine; Thou are like life, O river mine. What is the song that thou singest for ever? What is the message thou givest to me? Fain would I follow thee, wonderful river, Fain would I follow thee onto the sea. |
| All: | What is the song that thou singest for ever? What is the message thou givest to me? Fain would I follow thee, wonderful river, Fain would I follow thee onto the sea. Follow thee! follow thee! |
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Page modified 14 March 2017