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No. 9 - Song - Sylvia and Chorus - "Bubble-land."
| Sylvia: | Long ago, so the nursery legends tell, In the dim "once on a time," Fairy hands, with the magic of their spell Founded a far-away clime; Beautiful were its skies of sunny blue, Far and wide spread its fame, Wonderful were its tints of rainbow hue, Bubble-land was its name. Dear land of romances, Fair haven of fancies, Thither our hopes we blow, Lightly they go, brightly they glow. Dreams bright and enthralling, Gone, past all recalling, Upwards in air they soar, Break and are seen no more. |
| Now and then, so the nursery legends say, In the far-off "might have been," Fairy hands lay some tiny hope away! Buried there all unseen. Thither go all our fancies bright and fair, Wonderful things are planned, To the home of our castles in the air, Builded in Bubble-land. Dear land of romances, Fair haven of fancies, Thither our hopes we blow, Lightly they go, brightly they glow. Dreams bright and enthralling, Gone, past all recalling, Upwards in air they soar, Break and are seen no more. Dear land of romances, Fair haven of fancies, Thither our hopes we blow, Lightly they go, brightly they glow. Dreams bright and enthralling, Gone, past all recalling, Upwards in air they soar, Break and are seen no more. |
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Page modified 31 October 2016