One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the horizon And then ship appearing Then the trim white vessel Glides into the harbour Thunders forth her cannon See you? Now he is coming I do go to meet him Not I stay upon the brow of the hill And wait there And wait for a long time never weary of the long waiting From out the crowded city There is coming a man in the distance Climbing the Chi sara? chi sara? E come sara giunto Che dira? che dira? He will call, \"Butterfly\" from the distance I, without answering Hold quietly concealed A bit to tease him
One fine day find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the horizon And then the ship appearing
This will all come to pass as I tell you Banish your idle fears For will return I know I know he will return