My Side of the Mountain [Italian translation]

Be gone, be gone, to warm and distant shores

Who knows if we shall meet another sun?

Will I escape the wrath of men

And you the hunter's gun

And you the hunter's gun?

Fly away, little blackbird, fly away

Spread your wings and fly away

If I should live to see another spring

Then we shall meet another day

Yes, we shall meet another day

And when you are safe from winter's chilly air

Where rivers flow in gentler pace

Think of my side of the mountain turning bare

And of dead leaves giving chase

And of dead leaves giving chase

Fly away, little blackbird, fly away

Spread your wings and fly away

If I should live to see another spring

Then we shall meet another day

Yes, we shall meet another day

• Artist:Theodore Bikel
• Album:"My Side of the Mountain" Soundtrack