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