The Legend of the Castle - Babes in Toyland - Operetta - Victor Herbert

GERTRUDE: In an old and bygone day, In this castle cold and gray, Lived a maiden and a lovelorn wight Though a baron’s daughter she, A poor trumpeter was he. Very sad indeed the lover’s plight Yet his court he bravely paid And to her this song he made To the lass who was his heart’s delight GERTRUDE & CHORUS: Love cannot die Love lives for aye Through broken hopes Through tears and pain. Though from the heart All else depart, True love will e’er To the end remain Time strives in vain Its warmth to chill Such love is thine Whene’er you will, Thine, is thine Whene’er, whene’er you will. GERTRUDE: Alas! Her hand he never won, His life the forfeit paid Fourscore of years their course have run Since they at rest were laid But oft, when timid peasants list As twilight shadows fall The trumpeter rides through the mist And wind again his call Tan-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ra-ta-ta-ta! GERTRUDE & CHORUS: Tra-ra! Tra-ra! Tra-ra! GERTRUDE: And so he waits until one hundred years are flown Then to these gates he’ll boldly ride to claim his own The phantom maid he’ll take his ghostly bride to be While through the glade his song shall peal triumphantly GERTRUDE & CHORUS: Tan-ta-ra! Tan-ta-ra! Tra-ra! Tra-ra! Tra-ra! Tra-ra! LYRICS by Glen MacDonough RECORDING: Margaret Jane Wray, London Voices, London Sinfonietta - Conductor, John McGlinn IMAGES courtesy of the New York Public Library Digital Collections