In the Loge (Mary Cassatt)
She’s sitting there at the opera,
With her fan in her hand,
She’s looking out at the opera,
And she can’t understand,
Why he’s not there at the opera,
Will she find him at the opera,
Oh where can he be?
He’s sitting there at the opera,
With his heart on his sleeve,
He’s watching her at the opera,
And he can’t make believe,
That she’s not there at the opera,
She’s sitting there at the opera,
And what does she see?
On the stage, the queen of the night is raging
And lovers discover their fate
In the loge, la dame of Limoges sits longing,
And he waits, and she waits,
For her to discover…
She’s sitting there, at the opera,
And she looks for a beau,
He’s sitting there at the opera,
Wondering how she can’t know,
That he’s right there at the opera,
They’ll meet there at the opera,
How long will it be? and
When will she see?
At the opera.
©2012 Ajemian and Newcomb
