VI. Gloria - 4. Trope: “Thank You” lyrics

by

Leonard Bernstein



[SOPRANO SOLO]
There once were days so bright
And nights when every cricket call seemed right
And I sang Gloria
Then I sang Gratias Deo
I knew a glorious feeling
Of thank you and
Thank you

The bend of a willow
A friend and a pillow
A lover whose eyes
Could mirror my cries of Gloria

And now, it's strange
Somehow, though nothing much has really changed
I miss the Gloria
I don't sing Gratias Deo
I can't say quite when it happened
But gone is the thank you

[STREET CHORUS]
Half the people are drowned
And the other half are swimming in the wrong direction

[CELEBRANT, spoken]
Let us pray
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