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

One fine day you'll find me
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon
And then the ship appearing

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