Catana - Frank Sinatra

Catana, what goddess gave you the name

That has this heart of mine so aflame?

Tell me, Catana, what heaven gave you your eyes?

What elfin fiddler plays for your sighs?

Fashioned of Venus, that is your form and your face

Two clinging vines for arms, hold me in tender embrace

While the mood poses from lips made of roses

Each word opposes all else but love

Catana, like a Madonna, you I’ll adore forevermore

While the mood poses from lips made of roses

Each word opposes all else but love

Catana, like a Madonna, you I’ll adore forevermore