MIDI File

Enter Teresa. Her manner suggests that she is crazed.

All alone to my eerie I wander a-weary,

A desolate maid of her lover bereft;

What matter? ’tis only a heart that is lonely —

A-many the maids that a lover has left!

Whispering breeze,

Bring me my dear!

Wind-shaken trees,

Beckon him here!

Rivulet, hie —

Prithee go see —

Birds, as ye fly,

Call him to me!

Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed —

Tell him I die for the love that is dead!

Tell him the tale of the tears that I shed —

Tell him I die for the love that is dead!

Heart that in jest

Laughed him to scorn,

Now in my breast

Lying forlorn —

Idle to plead -

Cherish thy chain —

Thou shall be freed

Never again!

My heart it is sad and a-weary my head,

For I weep and I die for the love that is dead!

My heart it is sad and a-weary my head,

For I weep and I die for the love that is dead!