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 pigeons 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 Be-neath the silent moon That rises from the sea And silvers the la-goon. I hear the vespers chime And cross the Bridge of Sighs I know that it is time To bid my last good-byes. 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 bare When you have lost the love That you discovered there.