Goodbye Como we love you so
Your misty shores we do adore
Your jagged cliffs we’ll also miss
Your lapping waters we’d be remiss
If we did not appraise your people
Of which there seems to be no equal
So adieu good friends we say goodbye
It’s with this I sigh
And try not to cry
Verenna is the place I’d go
Never to Bellagio
Bellagio has all the fame and yet it’s not for me
Its name is known throughout the world
And yet with tourists it’s beset
While Verenna is more sweet and neat
Its streets with less retail
It’s built on rock like Bellagio
And so the two seem the same
But Bellagio has lost its soul
While Verenna’s character remains
Winding paths and crooked roads
People sing and dance and crow
A crescent moon all red in hue
Mars is high and Venus low
Lights they shine across your lake
Twinkling stars
Nothing fake
Dark giants frame our moody world
Crooked roads and winding paths
Lead us back to Como’s past
We say farewell Molveno
Tomorrow we’ll not see you
Last night amongst your ridges
But we’ll not burn our bridges
One day we may return
Until then do please remain
Collect your solar power
And sleep your midday hours
Your lake keep it so blue
We will return to you
There once was a moron named Trump
Whose fans made him king of the dump
The Russians he heeded
His tweets were unneeded
Oh, that plump and resounding chump Trump
A Rifugio takes the load you know
An oasis in the ski
We walk all day
And climb some too
Until we have no breath
And there before our eyes appears
A sight we can’t regret
Rifugio, oh Rifugio
Your cappuccino get
Adamello-Brenta
Your park we won’t forget-a
Mount Pradel so high
Your craggy peaks surrounds
The beauty of Lake Molveno
Adamello-Brenta
On this you can-a bet-a
We never will forget-a
The grandeur of your park
Jimmi at Sassongher
We care for you no longer
Edelweiss and Lagazuoi
We walked and made our ploy
But Marmolada how can we
Forget a mammoth such as thee
You overlooked a war so cruel
It made us seem but fools
Oh majestic mountain high
Marmolada, you’ll never die
Molveno by your lake
Surrounded by mountains of chalk
We come to you to walk
It’s not about the talk
It’s not about your food
Although we cannot brood
Your waters are so blue
Your village is so steep
Your beauty overwhelms
Molveno by your lake
Uwe is Ulla’s fate
Of this there’s no debate
They climb great mountains high
They walk green meadows far
They descend high rocky paths
They make the time pass fast
They both are kind and free
And from me I say to thee
Uwe is Ulla’s fate
Of this there is no debate
