Isle Of Capri

Song: Wilhelm Grosz, Jimmy Kennedy.

’Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her,
Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree.
Oh, I can still see the flow’rs blooming round her,
Where we met on the Isle of Capri.

She was as sweet as a rose at the dawning,
But somehow fate hadn’t meant her for me.
And though I sailed with the tide in the morning,
Still my heart’s on the Isle of Capri.

Summertime was nearly over,
Blue Italian sky above;
I said, “Lady, I’m a rover,
Can you spare a sweet word of love?”

She whispered softly, “It’s best not to linger,”
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a plain golden ring on her finger;
’Twas good-bye on the Isle of Capri.