Get on the plane to keep the man -
It’s a strange thing to think before going to Italy 
for the first time
Yet if you are afraid to fly
Awake all the night before
Crying irrational fears into your pillow

But the man
He must stay
That I do know

So we flew

To Italy, where the light so golden seems to come from
A different sun,
Cornflowers everywhere

A concert playing out through the open doors
Of a church in Pordenone
Serenades our warm evening

And Florence, wonderful Florence
Gelatos in flavours unheard of
Russet-toned buildings
Pizzas eaten under canopied cafe fronts
Statues and paintings
And cornflowers

And the man that I kept

Sweet Italy,
I’m so glad I was brave for you