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I Would See a Maid
Sung by Simon and Joan
SIMON. I would see a maid who dwells in Zolden --
Her eyes are soft as moonlight on the mere;
The spring hath fled, the ripened year turns golden --
Shall I win her ere the waning of the year?
The reaping-folk pass homeward by the fountain;
What is it then that calls me from the dell,
What bids me climb the path beside the mountain
To the down beyond the sheepfold? Who can tell?
Then take it, for this magic stone hath power
To change thee to the fairest; yet to me
Thou wert fairest as I knew thee in that hour
When a maiden dwelt in Zolden!
Ah, take it, Ah, take it, 'tis for thee!
JOAN. I would see a youth whom comes from Freyden --
He is straighter than the pine trees grow;
Gossips say he comes to woo a maiden,
So the gossips say -- but can they know?
Three laughing maids are in the hollow
Yet none will set him straight upon his way;
Nay! soft! for he hath found the path to follow
He is coming! little heart, what will he say?
Then take it, for this magic stone hath power
To change thee to the fairest, yet to me
Thou wert fairest as I knew thee in that hour
When a youth came up from Freyden!
Ah, take it, Ah, take it, 'tis for thee!
BOTH. Then take it, for this stone hath power,
To change three to the fairest; yet to me
| Joan. |
Simon. |
| Thou wert fairest in that hour |
Thou wert fairest as I knew |
| When a |
| youth came |
thee |
| up from Freyden! |
in Zolden! |
| Ah, take it, 'tis for thee, for thee! |
Ah, take it, 'tis for thee, for thee! |
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