(1947) Gian Carlo Menotti



The sun is falling and it lies in blood

The moon is weaving bandages of gold

Old Black Swan where oh where is my lover now

Where oh where is my lover now



Torn and tattered is my bridal gown and my lamp is lost

With silver needles and with silver threads

The stars stitch a route for the dying sun

Old Black Swan where oh where is my lover now



I had given him a kiss and a golden ring

And a golden ring

I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring

Oh with silver needles and with silver threads

The stars stitch a route for the dying sun



Black Wing o Black Wing take me down with you

Take me down with you take me down with you

Take me down with you

Old Black Swan take me down with you

I had given him a kiss of fire

Take me down with you