Music: Igor Stravinsky
The simpler the trick, the simpler the deceit.
And there is no return.
I've taught him well. And repetition palls him.
The Queen of Hearts again
shall be for him the Queen of Hell.
Rouse yourself, Tom.
Your travail soon will end.
Come, try!
Now in his words I find no aid.
Will Fortune give another sign?
Now in my words he'll find no aid.
And Fortune gives no other sign.
Afraid, love-lucky Tom?
Come, try!
Dear God, a track of cloven hooves
The knavish goats are back
to crop the spring's return.
Return and love!
The banished words torment.
You cannot now repent.
Return, Oh love!
A love that is sworn before Thee
can plunder hell of its prey.
I wish for nothing else.
Love, first and last,
assume eternal reign
Renew my life
oh Queen of Hearts again!