BACK		V E N I C E There was a mild summer night we were strolling through the old part of Venice Far away we heard the sound of a saxophone playing yearning melodies into the night It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd There he stood in jeans and old brown shoes his hat on the ground His eyes were closed the golden saxophone in his hands playing yearning melodies into the night Standing alone on a piazza in Venice It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd There was a mild summer night we were strolling through the old part of Venice Far away we heard the sound of a saxophone playing yearning melodies into the night It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd It sent shivers down my spine Swaying in the rhyme I stood dreamy and entranced in the crowd