Leonard Bernstein — VI. Gloria - 4. Trope: “Thank You”

[SOPRANO SOLO] There once were days so bright And nights when ev’ry 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] (speaking) Let us pray