Songtexte The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Tower warders under orders" - Academy of St. Martin in the Fields Chorus feat. Anthony Michaels-Moore, Academy of St. Martin in the Fields & Sir Neville Marriner
                                                Our 
                                                borders 
                                                under 
                                                orders, 
                                                valiant 
                                                pikemen, 
                                                valiant 
                                                sworders
 
                                    
                                
                                                Braving, 
                                                daring, 
                                                foemen 
                                                scaring, 
                                                In 
                                                their 
                                                bygone 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                daring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                stranger 
                                                they 
                                                to 
                                                danger, 
                                                Each 
                                                was 
                                                o'er 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                    a 
                                                ranger
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                story 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                glory 
                                                They 
                                                shall 
                                                pour 
                                                    a 
                                                pot 
                                                of 
                                                tributary
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                autumn 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                life, 
                                                Here 
                                                at 
                                                rest 
                                                in 
                                                amber 
                                                clover
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                rejoice 
                                                in 
                                                telling 
                                                over 
                                                Our 
                                                impetuous 
                                                May 
                                                and 
                                                June
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                evening 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                day, 
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                of 
                                                life 
                                                declining
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                recall 
                                                without 
                                                reviling 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                heat 
                                                of 
                                                bygone 
                                                noon
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                recall 
                                                without 
                                                reviling 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                heat, 
                                                We
 
                                    
                                
                                                Recall, 
                                                recall, 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                heat 
                                                of 
                                                bygone 
                                                noon
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                the 
                                                autumn 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                life, 
                                                This 
                                                the 
                                                evening 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                Weary 
                                                we 
                                                of 
                                                battle's 
                                                strife, 
                                                Weary 
                                                we 
                                                of 
                                                mortal 
                                                fray: 
                                                But
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                year 
                                                is 
                                                not 
                                                so 
                                                spent, 
                                                And 
                                                our 
                                                days 
                                                are 
                                                not 
                                                so 
                                                faded
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                with 
                                                one 
                                                consent, 
                                                Were 
                                                our 
                                                land 
                                                and 
                                                land 
                                                invaded
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                would 
                                                face 
                                                    a 
                                                foreign 
                                                foe, 
                                                As 
                                                in 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                would 
                                                face 
                                                    a 
                                                foreign 
                                                foe, 
                                                As 
                                                in 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                in 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                in 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                would 
                                                face 
                                                    a 
                                                foreign 
                                                foe, 
                                                As 
                                                in 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                borders 
                                                under 
                                                orders, 
                                                Valiant 
                                                pikemen, 
                                                valiant 
                                                sworders
 
                                    
                                
                                                Braving, 
                                                daring, 
                                                foemen 
                                                scaring, 
                                                In 
                                                their 
                                                bygone 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                daring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                stranger 
                                                they 
                                                to 
                                                danger, 
                                                Each 
                                                was 
                                                o'er 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                    a 
                                                ranger
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                story 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                glory 
                                                They 
                                                shall 
                                                pour 
                                                    a 
                                                pot 
                                                of 
                                                tributary
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                story 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                glory 
                                                They 
                                                shall 
                                                pour 
                                                    a 
                                                pot 
                                                of 
                                                tributary
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "'Tis done! I am a bride!"
2 The Yeomen of the Guard / Act 1: "Oh, how I would love thee!" - "Where I thy bride"
3 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Well, Sergeant Meryll"
4 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Oh, Sergeant Meryll" - "Ye Tower Warders" - "Leonard Meryll!" - "Forbear, my friends" - "Didst thou not" - "Leonard!" - "As escort for the prisoner"
5 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Hark! What was that, sir?" - "Who fired that shot?" "Like a ghost his vigil keeping." - "The river must be dragged"
6 The Yeomen of the Guard / Act 2: "When a wooer goes a-wooing"
7 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "The deed is, so far, safely accompished"
8 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Well sung and well danced!"
9 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Night has spread her pall once more"
10 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Nay, sweetheart, be comforted"
11 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Strange adventure!"
12 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Now listen to me"
13 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Before I pretend to be a sister to anybody again"
14 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Rapture, rapture!"
15 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "So my mysterious bride"
16 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "And now, Sir Richard"
17 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "'Tis an odd freak"
18 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "But I trust you are very careful"
19 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Comes the pretty young bride" - "'Tis said to you" - "Hold, pretty one!"
20 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Two days gone"
21 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Free from his fetters grim"
22 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "The merry jests of Hugh Ambrose"
23 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "And so thou wouldst be a jester, eh?"
24 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act II: "Hereupon we're both agreed"
25 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "And so, good fellow" - "I've jibe and joke"
26 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Here's a man of jollity"
27 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "I have a song to sing, The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I
28 The Yeomen of the Guard: Overture
29 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Mistress Meryll!"
30 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Tower warders under orders"
31 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "A good day to you!"
32 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "When our gallant Norman foes"
33 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Father! Has no reprieve arrived"
34 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Alas! I waver to and fro"
35 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Nay, lass, be of good cheer"
36 The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Nay, pretty one" - "Is life a boon?"
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