Pretty Little Picture

In the Tiber there sits a boat
Gently dipping its bow
Trim and tidy and built to float
Pretty little picture
Now

Put a boy in the starboard side
Leaning out of the rail
Next to him put a blushing bride
Slim and slender and starry-eyed
Down below put a tiny bed
The sun gets pale
The sea gets red
And off they sail no the first high tide
The boat and the bed and the boy and the bride
It's a pretty little picture, oh my

Pretty little picture
How true
Pretty little picture
Which I
Pseudo-littlei-lus, give to you

Feel the roll of the playful waves
See the sails as they swell
Hear the whips of the galley slaves
Pretty little picture
Well

Let it carry your cares away
Out of sight, out of mind
Past the buoy and through the bay
Soon there's nothing but sea and spray
Night descends and the moon's aglow
Your arms entwined
You steal below
And far behind, at the edge of the day
The bong of the bell of the buoy in the bay
And the boy and the bride and the boat are away

It's a pretty little picture
To share
As our little boat sails
To sea

Take your little trip free
As air
Have a little freedom
On me

No worries
No bothers
No captains
No fathers

In the ocean an island waits
Smooth and sandy and pink
Filled with lemons and nuts and dates
Pretty little picture
Think!

In a cottage of cypress trees
Seashells dotting the door
Boy and bride live a life of ease
Doing nothing but what they please
And every night when the stars appear
There's nothing more to see or hear
Just the shore
Where the lovers lie

The sand and the sea and the stars and the sky
And the sound of a soft little satisfied
Sigh

All your petty little problems will cease
And your little blessings will flow
And your little family increase
Pretty little picture
No, no
Pretty little masterpiece

Pretty little picture



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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