Overture

Lyrics

[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