The Canals of Our City

T he times we had Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow Were not all bad We put our feet just where they had, had to go Never to go
The shattered soul Following close but nearly twice as slow In my good times
And I will love to see that day That day is mine When she will marry me outside with the willow trees And play the songs we made They made me so And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine .

(lyrics-Beirut, Images compiled from an Italian Cookbook)