Say goodbye, my own true lover, 

As we sing our lover's song. 

How it breaks my heart to leave you; 

Now the carnival is gone. 

High above, the dawn is waking, 

And my tears are falling rain, 

For the carnival is over; 

We may never meet again. 

 

Like a drum my heart was beating, 

And your kiss was sweet as wine. 

But the joys of love are fleeting 

For Pierrot and Columbine. 

 

Now the harbour light is calling; 

This will be our last goodbye. 

Though the carnival is over,

I will love you till I die. 

 

Like a drum my heart was beating, 

And your kiss was sweet as wine. 

But the joys of love are fleeting 

For Pierrot and Columbine. 

 

Now the harbour light is calling; 

This will be our last goodbye. 

Though the carnival is over, 

I will love you till I die. 

 

Though the carnival is over, 

I will love you till I die