So we will go to Greece
And we will put on hats like tourists do
We'll walk down beaches and sit at monasteries
There will be stories all over the place
Also decadence
We shall talk of our days
Of coffee flowers and small rooms
The sun will gradually set on us
We shall walk some more
To friendly inns and deserted by-lanes
We shall not meet for years
But when we go to Greece---
We shall kiss on the xystus.
