Songtexte The Yeomen of the Guard / Act 1: "Oh, how I would love thee!" - "Where I thy bride" - Academy of St. Martin in the Fields , Sir Neville Marriner

Were I thy bride, then all the world beside
Were not too wide to hold my wealth of love
Were I thy bride
Upon thy breast my loving hand would rest
As on her nest the tender turtle dove
Were I thy bride
This heart of mine would be one heart with thine
And in that shrine our happiness would dwell
Were I thy bride
And all day long our lives should be as song
No grief, no wrong, should make my heart rebel
Were I thy bride
The silvery flute, the melancholy lute
Were but as in tune, my low whispered coo
Were I thy bride
The skylark's trill were but discordant shrill
To the soft thrill of you in my thy due
Were I thy bride
The rose's sigh were as a curiant's cry
To lullabies such as I'd sing to thee
Were I thy bride
A feather's press were leaden heaviness
To my caress a dread of course you see
I'm not thy bride