كلمات There's No Cure Like Travel

My dear, you're sailing off without me. Yet you don't seem to give a damn. I know it's fearful of me not to be More tearful, But thank heaven I am. You mean to say you're glad to leave me? Can I believe that's what you mean? Why, don't be funny, I'm just wild about you, honey, But I'm oh, so glad, so glad, It's driving me mad to say goodbye To all things that typify The humdrum of my daily routine. And there's no cure like travel To help you unravel The worries of living today. When the poor brain is cracking There's nothing like packing A suitcase and sailing away. Take a run 'round Vienna, Granada, Ravenna, Sienna And then a-'round Rome. Have as high time, a low time, And in no time You'll be singing "Home, Sweet Home".