THE WANDERERS
This is no fault of thine; for you and me
God's plan is kindly. Never did I loose
The hare entrapped or set the song-bird free
But I had faith that He would serve me so!
Come with me: little love have they for us
In that hot, weary glitter of the court.
Hast thou not seen the new queen grudge at me
And nurse her son to scorn me?
Let them reign!
We 'll make a dearer court.
The trees shall bend
And bow to us, but not with flattery;
The little leaves shall whisper, but their lisp
Is clean of lies and slander; the sleek deer
Shall lead their tender fawns to kiss our hand,
Nor plot us evil with the soft caress;
The wind and rain shall be our councilors,
Nor urge us to do war, nor press the poor,
Nor waste our souls in bitter rivalries,
Nor match a petty kingdom with great powers
That smile at us for folly.
Let them reign!
(Gypsy sings.)
God's plan is kindly. Never did I loose
The hare entrapped or set the song-bird free
But I had faith that He would serve me so!
Come with me: little love have they for us
In that hot, weary glitter of the court.
Hast thou not seen the new queen grudge at me
And nurse her son to scorn me?
Let them reign!
We 'll make a dearer court.
The trees shall bend
And bow to us, but not with flattery;
The little leaves shall whisper, but their lisp
Is clean of lies and slander; the sleek deer
Shall lead their tender fawns to kiss our hand,
Nor plot us evil with the soft caress;
The wind and rain shall be our councilors,
Nor urge us to do war, nor press the poor,
Nor waste our souls in bitter rivalries,
Nor match a petty kingdom with great powers
That smile at us for folly.
Let them reign!
(Gypsy sings.)
And it 's we will fling the world away,
And reap where God has sowed,
And we 'll roam for ay the windy wood,
And wander the winding road!
And reap where God has sowed,
And we 'll roam for ay the windy wood,
And wander the winding road!
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