Camminavo vicino alle rive del fiume
                                                                                                           nella brezza fresca
                                                                                                  degli ultimi giorni d'inverno
                                                                                        e nell'aria andava una vecchia canzone
                                                                                     e la marea danzava correndo verso il mare
                                                                                           A volte i viaggiatori si fermano stanchi 
                                                                                                         e riposano un poco 
                                                                                             in compagnia di qualche straniero
                                                                                           chissà dove ti addormenterai stasera 
                                                                                        e chissà come ascolterai questa canzone
                                                                                      Forse ti stai cullando al suono di un treno, 
                                                                                                  inseguendo il ragazzo gitano
                                                                                                    con lo zaino sotto il violino
                                                                                                               e se sei persa 
                                                                                               in qualche fredda terra straniera
                                                                                                    ti mando una ninnananna
                                                                                                        per sentirti più vicina
                                                                                            Un giorno, guidati da stelle sicure
                                                                                                            ci ritroveremo
                                                                                        in qualche angolo di mondo lontano,
                                                                                       nei bassifondi, tra i musicisti e gli sbandati
                                                                                             o sui sentieri dove corrono le fate
                                                                                            E prego qualche Dio dei viaggiatori
                                                                                                  che tu abbia due soldi in tasca
                                                                                                       da spendere stasera
                                                                                                       e qualcuno nel letto
                                                                                                   per scaldare via l'inverno
                                                                                                       e un angelo bianco
                                                                                                  seduto vicino alla finestra