One Fine Day

One Fine Day - Deanna Durbin

Weeping and why and why

Ah 'tis faith you are lacking hear me

One fine day we'll notice

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 hillock

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

A little speck in the distance

Climbing the hillock

Can you guess who it is

And when he's reached the summit

Can you guess what he'll say

He will call butterfly from the distance

I without answering

Hold myself quietly concealed

A bit to tease him and a bit

So as not to die at our first meeting

And then a little troubled

He will call he will call

Dear baby wife of mine

Dear little orange blossom

The names he used to call me when he came here

This will all come to pass as I tell you

Banish your idle fears

For he will return

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