[Rip:]
From deep forest hoary,
Lift in awful glory
Mountains grey and old,
That myst'ry and tradition hold;
Never mortal daring
Thither reckless faring
E'er return'd the tale
(Save I alone) to tell!
Dutch tars dress'd so quaintly,
Dutch songs sounding faintly,
Tell that Hudson's band
Somewhere are at hand!
[Chorus:]
He raves!
[Alice:]
Oh! beware! take care, take care!
If so be thou wert, by the dark glen straying!
Never more thou'll wander there,
By the trancèd solitude spell-bound delaying!
[Chorus:]
Here at length wilt thou find rest.
[Alice:]
Let the long-forgotten past glide by,
[Chorus:]
On thy daughter's loving breast,
[Alice:]
From thee will the cruel phantoms...
[All:]
...fade and die!
Oh! beware! take care, take care!
If so be thou wert, by the dark glen straying!
Never more thou'll wander there,
By the trancèd solitude spell-bound delaying!
Here at length wilt thou find rest.
Let the long-forgotten past glide by,
On thy daughter's loving breast,
From thee will the cruel phantoms fade and die!