To Bergamo, his homeland, Pierrot returns once more. Soft gleams on the horizon The orient green of dawn. (The moonbeam is the rudder,) (the moonbeam is the rudder,) (Nenuphar searves as boat) On which Pierrot goes southward, The wind behind his sails, In deep tones hums the river And rocks the light canoe. The moonbeam is the rudder, the rudder... (The moonbeam is the rudder,) (the moonbeam is the rudder,) (Nenuphar searves as boat....) On which Pierrot goes southward The wind behind his sails, In deep tones hums the river... The moonbeam is the rudder, the rudder...