Everyone watched the boatman
Tall and lithe and lean
His music made the city
Into everybody's dream
Tall and lithe and lean
His music made the city
Into everybody's dream
But the stories true worth knowing
Were not so plain to see
Behind every glorious window
Was a busy little bee
Were not so plain to see
Behind every glorious window
Was a busy little bee
The women, the servants
At work in the houses
The rich take the glory
No-one sees the mouses
At work in the houses
The rich take the glory
No-one sees the mouses
Venice, most beautiful
Venice, most serene
Venice, most terrible
Built on broken dreams
Venice, most serene
Venice, most terrible
Built on broken dreams
Oh the glory of her generals
(and the pain of those who lost)
Oh the wisdom of her merchants
(it was others who paid the cost)
(and the pain of those who lost)
Oh the wisdom of her merchants
(it was others who paid the cost)
Every glorious window
Every impeccably crafted stone
Cost the blood of other people
It's not beauty alone
Every impeccably crafted stone
Cost the blood of other people
It's not beauty alone
And now there is Venice, most beautiful.
Venice, most serene.
Venice, so terrible, yet...
In everybody's dreams.
Venice, most serene.
Venice, so terrible, yet...
In everybody's dreams.
There is no Venice but Venice.
Photo by the inimitable Grant Zelych, 2015.
Poem by Christa Bedwin, 2015.
Two travellers fond of sharing adventures in foreign lands.
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