Little Venice

6/8 time 50BMP rich baritone voice

Intro

Verse 1

O’er the Regent’s quiet breast,

Where the willow leans to rest,

We leave the city’s roar behind,

A hidden silver path to find.

No salt is sprayed by Adriatic foam,

Yet here the weary heart feels home,

Where Browning’s ghost still walks the quay,

In London’s own sweet Italy.

Chorus

Row, steady row, through the Maida Vale light,

Where the narrowboats slumber in green and in white.

The Mansion House glows as the sun slips away,

O gondolier, sing for the end of the day.

Verse 2

The Puppet Theatre floats in wait,

Beyond the lock and iron gate,

Where children’s laughter, bright and clear,

Is all the music that we hear.

The Zoffany ripples the mirror below,

As past the white villas we silently go,

A secret tucked in the city’s deep fold,

With stories of tea and of blossoms untold.

Verse 3

Past the gardens, neat and trim,

Where the painted lilies swim,

The bridges arch their backs of stone,

To guard a world we call our own.

The Warwick banks are soft and still,

The water obeys the current's fill,

While cafe lights begin to dance,

Upon this liquid, blue romance.

Chorus

Row, steady row, through the Maida Vale light,

Where the narrowboats slumber in green and in white.

The Mansion House glows as the sun slips away,

O gondolier, sing for the end of the day.

Bridge

Though no Grand Canal meets the eye,

Underneath this London sky,

The ripples whisper just the same,

A song that has no need for fame.

Outro

So drift where the Paddington waters divide,

With the spirit of Venice as our silent guide.

Hush now the oar, let the melody cease,

In the heart of the city, we’ve found us a peace.

End