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No. 15: But Yesterday in Convent Gray
Bianca
MIDI File 3" 16"
| BIANCA: | But yesterday, in convent gray, | |||
| By gloomy walls enfolded, | ||||
| I was at studies all the day, | ||||
| And sometimes — often — well, always scolded. | ||||
| 'Twas lessons on an endless plan, | ||||
| And miscalled recreation, | ||||
| And not a sight of any man, | ||||
| Except some near relation! | ||||
| Today the sky is bright on high, | ||||
| Today the world uncloses, | ||||
| I see unfold its gates of gold, | ||||
| And all the way is roses! | ||||
| Today, today my dream comes true, And all through you, and all through you! Today, today my dream comes true, comes true! |
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| And when a holiday would come | ||||
| I gained but little by it, | ||||
| Beneath the stern paternal thumb | ||||
| I was demure and quiet. | ||||
| He talked of genealogies, | ||||
| But I could not discover, | ||||
| In all those dead old pedigrees | ||||
| A single living lover! | ||||
| Good-bye to wars of ancestors | ||||
| I hear my bride-bells ringing, | ||||
| "Thou art a woman now," they cry, | ||||
| And love is all they're singing! | ||||
| Today, today my dreams come true, And all through you, and all through you! Today, today my dreams come true, come true! |
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Page modified 27 July 2019