Ciao Papa, mio Papa, time has come to say farewell. For how long will I go, is it far? No one knows, no one can tell. If I am gone for a long, long time, I'll pack away a fine piece of shine. The sounds of birds chirping with bells, Draw rings of plums to bags of shells. The smell of bread, a drop of wine, Your memory, father of mine. Farewell, my Papa. Ciao Papa, mio Papa, time has come to say farewell. I am ready to go, going far. Now I know it will be swell. I shall be gone for a long, long time, Shall be picking many peaks to climb. Maybe I'll see a camel cry, Dangerous pirates with a black eye. Rain or shine, I'll keep in mind, Your memory, father of mine. Farewell, my Papa. And as I gamble on my long, long climb, I hold on tight to our best of times. Eyes in the rain, I try to hide, Tears of a boy who shouldn't cry. Forevermore, I'll keep in mind, Your memory, father of mine. Farewell, my Papa. © transcript Emily Beynon