Hayley Westenra - One Fine Day Lyrics
One Fine Day You'll Find MeA Thread Of Smoke Arising On The SeaIn The Far HorizonAnd Then The Ship AppearingThen The Trim White VesselGlides Into The HarbourThunders Forth Her CannonSee You? Now He Is ComingI Do Not Go To Meet HimNot II Stay Upon The Brow Of The HillAnd Wait ThereAnd Wait For A Long TimeBut Never Weary Of The Long WaitingFrom Out The Crowded CityThere Is Coming A Man In The DistanceClimbing The HillChi Sara? Chi Sara?E Come Sara GiuntoChe Dira? Che Dira?He Will Call, "butterfly" From The DistanceI, Without AnsweringHold Myself Quietly ConcealedA Bit To Tease HimOne Fine Day You'll Find MeA Thread Of Smoke Arising On The SeaIn The Far HorizonAnd Then The Ship AppearingThis Will All Come To Pass As I Tell YouBanish Your Idle FearsFor He Will ReturnI KnowI Know He Will Return