Boughton, Rutland: The Queen Of Cornwall
The Queen of Cornwall (Oper)
Chorus of shades of dead old cornish men and women (1. Akt)
Where is the Queen?
No foot, I swear, set I in Brittany
Why did heav’n warrant in its whim?
How little he knows
I dream that the dearest I ever knew had died
Could he but live for me a day
Maybe indeed he did not die
When I set out for Lyonesse
O, the opal and the sapphire
Let’s meet again tonight, my fair
Prelude (2. Akt)
A ship sheers round, and brings up in the bay
I saw them coming down to learn my errand
So, after all, am I to share you
If it’s ever spring again
Yea, love, true is it sadness suits me best
O murderer
No sight nor sound of her
Indulge no more way we in that sweet bitter pastime
Chorus of shades of dead old cornish men and women
Boughton, Rutland / Corp, Roland
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