Fond Love, True Love 1899 'The Ameer'

James Pitt-Payne, LOndon UK - 25 Jan 2004

In gentle spring the birdlets sing:
"I love thee. I love thee."
The whisp'ring breeze
sighs through the trees:
"I love thee. I love thee."
The flow'rets fair so soft declare:
"I love thee. I love thee."
To nature's strain this sweet refrain:
"I love but thee."

Fond love, true love,
tell thy secret, pray.
Where in nature hiding?
Art thou concealed today?
Art thou coy, love?
Spread sweet incense o'er all.
Awaken, then, and list to hear,
to hear thy subjects call.

Ah, maiden coy, I sing with joy:
"I love thee. I love thee."
Pray murmur "yes" as I confess
"I love thee. I love thee."
E'er love's sweet day has passed away:
"I love thee. I love thee."
Now ope thy ruby lips and say:
"I love but thee."

Fond love, true love,
tell thy secret, pray.
Where in nature hiding?
Art thou concealed today?
Art thou coy, love?
Spread sweet incense o'er all.
Awaken, then, and list to hear,
to hear thy subjects call.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Fond Love, True Love 1899
Lyrics by Frederic Ranken
Music by Victor Herbert
copyright MDCCCXCIX by M. Witmark & Sons
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 25 January 2004 at 14.50
in association with Doug Grierson
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Vocal Selections From The Ameer
As Produced by the Frank Daniels Opera company
at Wallack's Theatre, New York
Music by Victor Herbert.
Book by Frederic Ranken and Kirke La Shelle.
Frederic Ranken Kirke La Shelle Publication:
New York: M. Witmark & Sons, 1899.
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