Say goodbye, my own true lover, As we sing a 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.