Would you come with me to Venice
- in the autumn of our years
And the fog would brush against us
- as we crossed the bridge of tears
And together we would travel
- beneath the poet's wing
And we'd be like Don and Betty
- turning autumn into spring

If our friends could only see us now
- the way that we fit in
To the water of a landscape
that is coming to an end
We are sinking with this city
- in its history and its sea
Would you come with me to Venice
- would you come there with me