Henry: Portraits From Tudor Times Lyrics - Phillips Anthony

I. Fanfare 

Heralds sound the fanfare at the opening of the court of King Henry 

viii: a stately procession reveals lavish pageantry and splendour. 

II. Lutes Chorus 

A great feast in the Long Hall is followed by dancing and games at 

which the Master of the Revels presides; members of the "King's 

Musick" accompany, and Richmond Palace glows long into the night, 

lighting the royal barges upon the river. 

III. Misty Battlements 

Dawn breaks on Gloucester Castle. A Knight looks out over his misty 

battlements. There is talk of war with France; suddenly the almost 

uneasy days of peace have ended and the air is filled with excitement. 

Once again he will ride with his King, for the honour of England, and 

strive to do valiant deeds. Once again he will trust his fate to the 

Almighty and leave behind him a proud and gracious lady, anxious both 

for his speedy return and glory in the field. And yet he is sad. As 

the scarves of mist unfurl on the bare courtyard below he raises his 

hands to his eyes, and scans the horizon, beyond the necks of the 

trees, far away over the plains, over that broad stretch of blue to 

France and all that awaits... 

IV. Henry Goes To War: France 

Preparation for War: The Fleet assembles. Across the fields and 

meadows of Brittany. The greasing of catapults and the sharpening of 

arrows: -- the Siege of Tournai. Nightfall upon the English camp: Sir 

Guy dreams of Gloucester. 

The Battle of the Spurs: Dawn carnage. The crash of mace upon armour 

and steel upon scabbard. The English are victorious but many lie, 

seeing only a wide open sky... 

V. Death Of A Knight On The Field Of France 

The lady rises from her spinning-wheel and approaches the window. 

Gazing forth from her Tower she views the pleasant verdant landscape. 

Beneath her, the courtyard and paddocks are deserted; beyond the 

gentle-sloping water and hillocks are dimming in the crepuscular 

light. All is still save the occasional cries of curlews fleeing the 

approaching night. She waits. No heavy voices or tramp of hooves echo 

from below. Somewhere, far beyond her sight, men, deep in song and 

crowned in triumph, are swarming back along dusky tracks to their 

shires. A door creaks, but all remains silent, unmoving. No-one comes. 

With a sigh she draws the heavy folds across the awning, shutting out 

the night. 

VI. Triumphant Return From War 

Heralds' Fanfare greets the returning, victorious army; the streets 

are lined with folk shouting "Cry God For Hal," eager for a glimpse of 

their bold and heroic prince. 

Finally, all join in Prayer and Thanksgiving in the Chapel Royal.