All That Gold…

A friend posted on Facebook the mother’s aria from Amahl and the Night Visitors, a heartbreaking piece of the opera. It’s a small part of the whole, but it helps set the circumstances of the family.

Here are the lyrics, taken from https://www.tpac.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/GBAmahl08.pdf.

All that gold, all that gold!
I wonder if rich people know what to do with their gold.
Do they know how a child could be fed?
Do rich people know?
Do they know that a house can be kept warm all day with burning logs? Do rich people know?
Do they know how to roast sweet corn by the fire?
Do they know? Do they know how to fill a courtyard with doves?
Do they know? Do they know?
Do they know how to milk a clover-fed goat?
Do they know? Do they know how to spice hot wine on cold winter nights? Do they know? Do they know? 

All that gold! All that gold!
Oh, what I could do for my child with that gold! Why should it go to a child they don’t even know? They are asleep. Do I dare?
If I take some they’ll never miss it. 

For my child… for my child…