Isle Of Capri

Isle Of Capri - Al Bowlly/Nat Gonella/Lew Stone/His Georgians

Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her

Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree

Oh I can still see the flowers blooming 'round her

Where we met on the Isle of Capri

She was as sweet as the rose of the dawning

But somehow Fate hadn't meant her for me

And tho' I sailed with the tide in the morning

Still my heart's on the Isle of Capri

Summertime was nearly over

Blue Italian skies above

I said Lady I'm a rover

Can you spare a sweet word of love

She whispered softly 'Tis best not to linger

Then as I kissed her hand I could see

She wore a plain golden ring on her finger

'Twas good-bye to the Isle of Capri