The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 6
What a curse for a woman is a timid man.
A week has gone by,
he had plenty of chances...
but he made no advances.
Ms. Todd schemes and labors to get him some money,
she robs friends and neighbors, the club and the church.
He takes all the money
with a smile that entrances...
but still makes no advances.
The old woman sighs and makes languid eyes.
All the drawers are wide open,
all the doors are unlocked -
he neither seems pleased nor shocked.
He eats and drinks and sleeps,
he talks of baseball and boxing...
but that is all.
What a curse for a woman is a timid man.
Steal me, oh steal me, sweet thief
for time's flight is stealing my youth
and the cares of life steal fleeting time.
Steal me, thief,
for life is brief and full of theft and strife.
And then with furtive step
death comes and steals time and life.
Oh, sweet thief, I pray make me die
before dark death steals her prey.
Steal my lips before they crumble to dust.
Steal my heart before death must.
Steal my cheeks before they've sunk and decayed.
Steal my breath before it will fade.
Steal my lips, steal my heart,
steal my cheeks, steal, oh steal my breath
and make me die before death will steal her prey.
Oh, steal me!
For time's flight is stealing my youth.
A week has gone by,
he had plenty of chances...
but he made no advances.
Ms. Todd schemes and labors to get him some money,
she robs friends and neighbors, the club and the church.
He takes all the money
with a smile that entrances...
but still makes no advances.
The old woman sighs and makes languid eyes.
All the drawers are wide open,
all the doors are unlocked -
he neither seems pleased nor shocked.
He eats and drinks and sleeps,
he talks of baseball and boxing...
but that is all.
What a curse for a woman is a timid man.
Steal me, oh steal me, sweet thief
for time's flight is stealing my youth
and the cares of life steal fleeting time.
Steal me, thief,
for life is brief and full of theft and strife.
And then with furtive step
death comes and steals time and life.
Oh, sweet thief, I pray make me die
before dark death steals her prey.
Steal my lips before they crumble to dust.
Steal my heart before death must.
Steal my cheeks before they've sunk and decayed.
Steal my breath before it will fade.
Steal my lips, steal my heart,
steal my cheeks, steal, oh steal my breath
and make me die before death will steal her prey.
Oh, steal me!
For time's flight is stealing my youth.
Credits
Writer(s): Gian Carlo Menotti
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Other Album Tracks
- The Old Maid and the Thief: 1939 Radio Hour Introduction
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Overture
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 1
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 2
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 3
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 4
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 5
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 6
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 7
- The Old Maid and the Thief: Scene 8
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