Overture lyrics
by Jon English
[HOMER]
But there is something you must not reproach me for
The gifts I have from golden Aphrodite
The precious gifts that the gods lavish on a man, unasked
Are not to be despised
Even though he might not choose them if he had the chance
[ENSEMBLE]
In an age of myth and fable
Long before kings were born in stables
Those who courted gifts from the divine
Would suffer to find that simple truth
That the dreams of a youth
Set the wheels of Fate in motion