5 acessos
I dream of the summertime,
Of Venice and the summertime.
I see the cafes, the sunlit days
With you, my love.
The antique shop where we'd stop
For a souvenir.
The bridge, the boats below,
The blue above.
*I dream all the winter long,
Of violins that played our song.
The dream is so real I almost feel
Your lips on mine.
And though I know we have to be
An ocean apart,
There's Venice and you, and summertime
Deep in my heart.
(Repeat from *.)