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No. 3 - Song - Goldfield
| Goldfield: | Beneath the skies of summer sweet I linger where two pathways meet, For doubt is throbbing in my brain Yet I must choose between the twain! And one is fair with flowers gay, And love and laughter light the way; But one is darken'd from the sun, And duty points along that one. Fortune and friends, what use are ye If happiness is not for me? Ah! who would live when love is lost? Then give me love at any cost. |
| O maiden fair, though fate would part In cruel fashion heart from heart, Why should we not its will defy And link our fortunes, you and I? What matter though the world may frown If love holds out its golden crown? Then let us travel hand in hand The path that leads to Lover-land! Fortune and friends, what use are ye If happiness is not for me? Ah! who would live when love is lost? Then give me love at any cost. |
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Page modified 4 December 2016