Act I: King of the Franks

Gather near
Come Heather to my bedside
The hour that i must retire
Is drawing ever near
From the exigencies of this life
My deeds layed out before you eyes
And my concience must be clear

Charles my dear son
The time has now come
The House of honor has produced
To lead the faithless
While we all are waiting for you now
In the eternal kingdom where we have lost out law