How Sad Venice Can Be
I walk among the birds that fill St. Marble Square
With echoes of her words around me in the air
How sad Venice can be when the mandolins play
A song she sung for me one unforgotten day
Like images of sleep the gondoliers go by
But when I try to weep I find my tears are dry
How sad Venice can be when mist is in your eyes
And you can hardly see as pigeons fill the skies
I find the little street and then the old cafe
Where we would always meet to dream away the day
How sad Venice can be beneath the silent moon
That rises from the sea and silvers the lagoon
I hear the vespers chime and cross the bridge of signs
I know that it is time to bid my last goodbyes
There's nothing more to say, I pass beneath the light
And then I turn away from Venice in the night
How sad Venice can be, it's too lonely to bear
When you have lost the love that you discovered there
© transcript Emily Beynon