My festival (continued)

Wish to see him sing that aria one day somewhere I could travel to, not on the other side of the world, still, why not?
Autumn is on its way already.
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(many thanks to Dvedas who is sharing this youtube I love listening to so much and often)
Music by Friedrich von Flotow;
translation by Charles Jeffereys;
arranged by Charles W. Glover
Song Lyrics
From the Opera Martha


When first I saw that form endearing,
Sorrow from me seem'd to depart:
Each graceful look, each word so cheering,
Charm'd my eye and won my heart.

Full of hope, and all delighted,
None could feel more blest than I;
All on earth I then could wish for,
Was near her to live and die:

But alas! 'twas idle dreaming,
And the dream too soon hath flown;
Not one ray of hope is gleaming;
I am lost, yes I am lost, for she is gone.

When first I saw that form endearing,
Sorrow from me seem'd to depart:
Each graceful look, each word so cheering,
Charm'd my eye and won my heart.

Martha, Martha, I am sighing,
I am weeping still for thee;
Come thou lost one, come though dear one,
Thou alone can'st comfort me:

Ah! Martha return! Come to me.