How sad Venice can be
When you return alone
To find a memory
In every paving stone

I walk among the birds
That fill San Marco's 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 pidgeons fill the skies

I find the little street
And then the old café
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 Sighs
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.