paroles de chanson The Yeomen of the Guard, Act I: "Alas! I waver to and fro" - Jean Rigby feat. Neil Mackie, Stafford Dean, Academy of St. Martin in the Fields & Sir Neville Marriner
                                                Alas, 
                                                    I 
                                                waver 
                                                to 
                                                and 
                                                fro, 
                                                dark 
                                                danger 
                                                hangs 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                deed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dark 
                                                danger 
                                                hangs 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                deed
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                scheme 
                                                is 
                                                brash, 
                                                and 
                                                well 
                                                may 
                                                fail, 
                                                but 
                                                ours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                hearts 
                                                that 
                                                quail, 
                                                the 
                                                hands 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shrink, 
                                                the 
                                                cheeks 
                                                that 
                                                pale 
                                                in 
                                                hours 
                                                of 
                                                need
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                ours 
                                                are 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                hearts 
                                                that 
                                                quail
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                hands 
                                                that 
                                                shrink- 
                                                The 
                                                hands 
                                                that 
                                                shrink- 
                                                The 
                                                cheeks
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                pale- 
                                                The 
                                                cheeks 
                                                that 
                                                pale- 
                                                The 
                                                hands 
                                                that 
                                                fail-
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                hands 
                                                that 
                                                fail- 
                                                The 
                                                cheeks 
                                                that 
                                                pale 
                                                in 
                                                hours 
                                                of 
                                                need
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                air 
                                                    I 
                                                breathe, 
                                                to 
                                                him 
                                                    I 
                                                owe, 
                                                my 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                his, 
                                                    I 
                                                count 
                                                it 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                his, 
                                                so 
                                                count 
                                                it 
                                                not
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                shall 
                                                    I 
                                                reckon 
                                                risk 
                                                    I 
                                                run 
                                                when 
                                                services 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                done, 
                                                to 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                of 
                                                such 
                                                an 
                                                one?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unworthy 
                                                thought!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unworthy 
                                                thought!
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                shall 
                                                we 
                                                reckon 
                                                risks 
                                                we 
                                                run 
                                                to 
                                                save 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                of 
                                                such 
                                                an 
                                                one?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unworthy 
                                                thought!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unworthy 
                                                thought!
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                may 
                                                succeed, 
                                                who 
                                                can 
                                                foretell?
 
                                    
                                
                                                May 
                                                Heav'n 
                                                help 
                                                our 
                                                hope
 
                                    
                                
                                                May 
                                                Heav'n 
                                                help 
                                                our 
                                                hope
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heav'n
 
                                    
                                
                                                May 
                                                Heav'n 
                                                help 
                                                our 
                                                hope, 
                                                help 
                                                our 
                                                hope
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heav'n
 
                                    
                                 
                            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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