Isle of Capri - 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 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 though you 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 goodbye on the Isle of Capri