No. 4 - Barcarolle - Chorus ad Marie
||See the sunbeams over the river
Quiver, weaving a way of gold!
See the diamonds drip from the swaying
Playing blades of the oars we hold.
||Life shall flow like a rippling stream
Under sunlight or moonlight's beam;
Golden pleasure or silver dream
As a tale, as a tale by fairies told.
Row, row, time shall flow
Far, far under the star
Till the vessel comes home once more
To the golden shore.
||Row, row, time shall flow...
||Till the vessel comes home once more,
Till the vessel comes home once more.
|| Till the vessel comes...
||Home to the golden shore.
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