One fine day you'll find me
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon
And then the ship appearingThen the trim white vessel
Glides into the harbor
Thunders forth her cannon
See you, now he is comingI do not go to meet him
Not II stay upon the brow of the hill
And wait there and wait for a long time
From out the crowded city, there is coming
A man in the distance climbing the hillChi sara? chi sara?
E come sara giunto
Che dira? che dira?He will call, butterfly from the distance
I, without answering hold myself concealed
A bit to tease himOne fine day you'll find me
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon
And then the ship appearingThis will all come to pass as I tell you
Banish your idle fears
For he will return, I knowI know he will return
Songwriters
Giacomo Puccini;Rosette Helen Elkin;Giuseppe Giacosa;Luigi IllicaPublished by
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