Fresh trout on the street in Porto
Drinking wine at the side of Rialto
Counting pennies to spare
For that extra trip to mountains rare
Eyes wide open to the splendid view
Darling, wouldn’t you take me with you

Gazing at the horizon in Monaco
Splashing waves making voices that echo
Listening to symphonies unheard before
Enchanting palaces and museums that galore
This will be a walk to remember
If you take me with you

The lochs, the gulls
Ports decked with innumerous hulls
Steering wheel to purposely get lost
Amidst woods, sands and frost
Hold that thought
Just one more time,
I promise, I will accompany you to the end of line,
For one last time, Please take me with you