Vourvoulos Veranda
Vourvoulos Veranda
Vourvoulos veranda by the sea
A breath like the water through the trees
Could it be Sunday morning
Upon the hour the blue dome sings
Ring
Vourvoulos veranda in the hill
Awake with the sun it's very still
You are a stone white tower
There are a thousand more through the ville
Still
Close my eyes and I'm there
White walls, white stairs
Stray cats, swimsuits drying on the rack
Thank god for memory
I can feel the breeze
Vourvoulos veranda, stay a while
And wile away the hours, Kyriakos style
No need to drink the water
For in the morning, here they drink wine
It's fine
Close my eyes and I'm there
White walls, white stairs
Stray cats, swimsuits drying on the rack
Thank god for memory
Still I'd rather be, I'd rather see what's right here
Wherever here may be
Vourvoulos veranda