GRETCHEN’S ROOM
GRETCHEN (AT THE SPINNING WHEEL ALONE)
Now my calm has gone,
My heart's so sore;
I’ll never find peace now,
No, nevermore.
Where you’re not in sight
Is grave-dark night,
The whole world now
Turns bitter-sour.
And my poor head
Is such a mess.
And my poor mind
Breaks with distress.
Now my calm has gone,
My heart's so sore;
I’ll never find peace now,
No, nevermore.
I watch by window
For him alone;
And but to meet him
Leave my home.
His noble figure,
His high-born stride,
And his smiling lips,
And the power of his eyes,
His voice’s magic
Flow, the bliss
Of his hand’s touch,
And oh! His kiss!
Now my calm has gone,
My heart's so sore;
I’ll never find peace now,
No, nevermore.
My yearning heart
Would flee from here,
Till I could catch him
And hold him near,
And kiss him as
I’d wish that day,
And on his kisses
I’d pass away!
Well done, lovely
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