At twilight the old gondolier sings goodbye.
His voice breaks. The day yields to night.
He wishes upon a shooting star in the sky.
His gondola sways asleep. He looks up and asks why
the shooting star fades in its flight.
He gasps and falters and he sings goodbye.
That fading star he asks, is it a reply?
He can’t fight the Eternal Might
and this enigma of a star fades in the sky.
The accordion stops. Another day goes by.
To the loss of this fleeting light
the old gondolier sings goodbye.
Hot little tears smart his eye.
Looking high, where is his star? Wasn’t it bright?
The star has faded in the sky.
Children stop to wave bye-bye.
He waves back, You o’right?
The old gondolier sings goodbye.
His star has faded in the sky.