Sighing Softly To The River Lyrics

D'oyly Carte Opera Company Sighing Softly To The River

BALLAD AND FINALE OF ACT II: Sighing softly to the
river

GENERAL: Sighing softly to the river
Comes the loving breeze,
Setting nature all a-quiver,
Rustling through the trees.

MEN: Through the trees.

GENERAL: And the brook, in rippling measure,
Laughs for very love,
While the poplars, in their pleasure,
Wave their arms above.

MEN: Yes, the trees, for very love,
Wave their leafy arms above.

ALL: River, river, little river,
May thy loving prosper ever!
Heaven speed thee, poplar tree,
May thy wooing happy be.



GENERAL: Yet, the breeze is but a rover,
When he wings away,
Brook and poplar mourn a lover
Sighing ,"Well-a-day!"

MEN: "Well-a-day!"

GENERAL: Ah! the doing and undoing,
That the rogue could tell!
When the breeze is out a-wooing,
Who can woo so well?

MEN: Shocking tales the rogue could tell,
Nobody can woo so well.

ALL: Pretty brook, thy dream is over,
For thy love is but a rover;
Sad the lot of poplar trees,
Courted by a fickle breeze!