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No. 1 - Opening Chorus
| Old Woman: | Ah! |
| Men: | Where else but in Japan Could one see so fair a view? From the ancient shrine 'Mid the tufted pine To the sea of sapphire blue. 'Tis here that Hana San Fills the air with silver song And the weary rest By the song-bird's nest For the road is steep and long! |
| All: | Come forth from your hiding place, Have we sought in vain your abiding place? Come forth, O most fortunate! Deem us not, we pray, too importunate! Be not over-hard on us! Sing that we may know that you pardon us! Let us not wait in vain! Oh, forget us not! Weary are we of waiting! Where else but in Japan Could one see so fair a view? From the ancient shrine 'Mid the tufted pine To the sea of sapphire blue. 'Tis here that Hana San Fills the air with silver song And the weary rest By the song-bird's nest For the road is steep and long! |
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Page modified 30 January 2017