Rustic Chivalry
Turiddu. (Behind the scenes.)
O Lo-la, fair as flow’rs in beau-ty smil-ing,...
Love from thy soul-lit eyes
Soft-ly is glow-ing;...
He who would kiss thy lips, red and be-guil-ing...
Bliss-ful and fa-vor’d were he,
Such heav-en know-ing!...
Tho’ thy thresh-old blood, crim-son, is stain-ing,...
Car-ing for naught, I seek thee, scorning to hide me;...
What tho’ I for-feit life, thy pres-ence gain-ing?
What were the joy of heav’n, wert thou de-nied me!
What tho’ I for-feit life, thy pres-ence gain-ing,
What were the joy of heav’n wert thou de-nied me.
Ah!... Ah!... Ah!... Ah!...
O Lo-la, bian-ca co-me fior di spi-no,... quan-do t’af-fac-ci te s’affac-(cia il) so-le;...
Chi t’ha ba-cia-(to il) lab-bro por-po-ri-no...
Gra-zia più bel-la a Di-o chie-der non vô-le....
C’e scrit-to san-gue so-pra la tua por-ta;...
Ma di re-star-(ci a) me non me n’in-por-ta;...
Se per te mo-(jo e) va-(do in) pa-ra-di-so,
Non c’en-tro se... non ve-do il tuo bel vi-so,
Se per te mo-(jo e) va (do in) pa-ra-di-so
Non c’en-tro se... non ve-do il tuo bel vi-so.
Ah!... Ah!... Ah!... Ah!...
(Curtain rises.)