Venetian song

The night wind sighs,

Our vessel flies

Across the dark lagoon

The city sleeps,

And well she keeps

Her watch, the gentle moon,

For with her light,

She guides our flight

Across the silver sea.

We are alone

The world, my own,

Doth hold but you and me.

The night is still,

But soft winds fill

And swell the willing sail

The wind is fair,

The scented air

Brings perfumes from the vale.

Then fly with me,

Across the sea,

And leave the world behind,

For here am I,

To live or die

As you prove hard or kind.