Das Rheingold: Act I - "The Song of the Rhine Maidens" - Dan Ettinger & The Orchestra of National Theater Mannheim

Hark how the bells Sweet silver bells All seem to say Throw cares away Ma-ma-ma-ma-merry Christmas Ma-ma-ma-ma-merry Christmas Ding-dong Ding dong Ding, ding, ding, ding Dong, dong, dong

No word from Tom. Has love no voice? Can love not keep a May-time vow in cities? Fades it as the rose cut for a rich display? Forgot! But no! To weep is not enough. He needs my help. Love hears, love knows, Love answers him Across the silent miles and goes. Quietly, night, oh! find him and caress. And may thou quiet find his heart, Although it be unkind. nor may its beat confess, Although I weep, it knows of loneliness. Guide me, oh! moon, chastely When I depart. And warmly be the same He watches without grief or shame. It can not be thou art a colder moon Upon a colder heart. My father! Can I desert him and his devotion For a love who has deserted me? No. My father has strength of purpose, While Tom is weak and needs The comfort of a helping hand. Oh God! protect dear Tom, Support my father and Strengthen my resolve. I go to him. Love can not falter, can not desert. Though it be shunned, or be forgotten, Though it be hurt, if love be love, It will not alter. Should I see my love in need, It shall not matter what he may be.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on. I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet; Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free; While God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on. He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave; So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave, Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.