`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 bloomin' 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 lovely meatball on her finger
'Twas goodbye at the Villa Capri.