the ghost of a young, fair maid is cursed to dwell beneath the shade of the olden oak she died below O that was many moons ago!
Many moons ago In a far off place Lived a handsome prince With a gloomy face For he did not have a bride. Oh, he sighed ?alas,? and he cried, ?alas,?
ve collected all the heroes And thousand men with us... Our time is at the end But our seed will return one day This, is now the story begun Many moons... ago
Translation: Opera IX. Many Moons Ago.
