Frank Sinatra

twas on the isle of capri that I found her
Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree
Oh, I can still see the flowrs bloomin round her
Where we met on the isle of capri

She was as sweet as a rose at the dawning
But somehow fate hadnt meant her for me
And though I sailed with the tide in the morning
Still my hearts on the isle of capri

Summertime was nearly over
Blue italian sky above
I said lady, Im a rover,
Can you spare a sweet word olove?

She whispered softly its best not to linger
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a lovely meatball on her finger
twas goodbye at the villa capri



Summertime was nearly over
Blue italian sky above
I said lady, Im a rover,
Can you spare a fine word olove?

She whispered softly its best not to linger
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a plain golden ring on her finger
twas goodbye on the isle of capri
twas goodbye on the isle of capri
twas goodbye on the isle of capri