Sweet Welcome Summer Night

Sweet welcome summer night Brought in the breezes that waft Across the port of coolness where waves sleep Lights flicker on Saint Angelo lazily. The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming. Far far inward the Bighi lights Flicker red and white and red predominant Into the long night The long and winding night As in a tunnel of drowsiness In the long silence that hovers Over the small cemetery unused. The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming quite. The night is leaning, looking over the rails From the Upper Barracca on the port The dreaming port where ships and skiffs Forget past wars and dream of all but past: The night is dreaming, the night is dreaming quite.