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