| Song | What If We Went To Italy |
| Artist | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
| Album | A PLACE IN THE WORLD |
| 作词 : Carpenter | |
| (Mary Chapin Carpenter) | |
| What if we went to Italy | |
| A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer | |
| I don't speak a word of Italian | |
| Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire | |
| Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please | |
| What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy | |
| It wouldn't be too much of a strain | |
| Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around | |
| Can't wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down | |
| And refuel, out by the pool | |
| What if the ancients were lazy like us | |
| Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt | |
| Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa | |
| Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa | |
| What if we never got back on the plane | |
| As summer turned colder and then warmer again | |
| Losing all track of the passing of years | |
| Till it no longer mattered how long we'd been here | |
| What if we went to Italy | |
| Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer | |
| I still can't speak any Italian | |
| But words are replaced under Siennese skies | |
| By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this |
| zuò cí : Carpenter | |
| Mary Chapin Carpenter | |
| What if we went to Italy | |
| A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer | |
| I don' t speak a word of Italian | |
| Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire | |
| Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please | |
| What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy | |
| It wouldn' t be too much of a strain | |
| Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around | |
| Can' t wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down | |
| And refuel, out by the pool | |
| What if the ancients were lazy like us | |
| Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt | |
| Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa | |
| Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa | |
| What if we never got back on the plane | |
| As summer turned colder and then warmer again | |
| Losing all track of the passing of years | |
| Till it no longer mattered how long we' d been here | |
| What if we went to Italy | |
| Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer | |
| I still can' t speak any Italian | |
| But words are replaced under Siennese skies | |
| By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this |