Rachel Bachman - Vourvoulos Veranda Lyrics

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