Each time he gave the greatest performance of his life
He sang straight from the soul
The parts he played so well
And made the best his goal, as though, not even trying

His voice became the marvel of the Met
He loved the opera
Received so many curtain calls
After each show was through
He always held a king-size handkerchief,
Forever grinning..
Those bushy eyebrows, batting eyelashes, we knew

Adored by all his fans
Where ere he went
The whole world loved him
Sometimes not well prepared
Stagefright and shy
But sang the tenor notes till rafters rang
That was Pavarotti..
And it's so sad his greatness had to die..

Each night he gave the greatest performance of his life
He never lost control
His songs could cast a spell
Hit notes and tones so well, as though not even trying

"Bravo!" and cheers he'd hear behind the curtain
When it fell..
One of the great Italian tenors ever known
He melted hearts and left fans crying..

Yes, each time he gave the greatest performance of his life
He never lost control
His songs would cast a spell
Sang notes and tones so well, as though not even trying

"Bravo!" and cheers he'd hear behind the curtain,
When it fell..
One of the great Italian tenors ever known
He melted hearts and left fans crying..