Coco de Mer Butterfly

One good day, we will see Arising a strand of smoke Over the far horizon on the sea And then the ship appears And then the ship is white It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute. Do you see it He is coming I don t go down to meet him, not I. I stay upon the edge of the hill And I wait a long time but I do not grow weary of the long wait. And leaving from the crowded city, A man, a little speck Climbing the hill. Who is it Who is it And as he arrives What will he say What will he say He will call