| 'Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her
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| Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree,
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| Oh I can still see the flowers blooming round her
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| When we met on the isle of Capri
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| She was as sweet as the rose at the dawning
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| But somehow fate hadn’t meant her for me,
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| Though I sailed with the tide in the morning
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| Yet my heart’s on the Isle of Capri
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| Summertime was nearly over,
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| Blue Italian sky above,
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| I said «Lady, I’m a rover,
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| Won’t you spare one sweet word of love?»
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| She whispered softly
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| «It's best not to linger.»
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| And then as I kissed her hand I could see
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| She wore a plain golden ring on her finger
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| 'Twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri.
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| Somewhere far away over Naples Bay
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| I heard a quaint lover’s story
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| Its magic thrill holds a spell on me still,
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| It’s a story old
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| That’s been sadly told,
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| Down by the shore in the moonlight
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| How love began for a girl and a man,
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| 'Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her
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| Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree
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| When we met on the Isle of Capri
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| She was as sweet as the rose at the dawning
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| But somehow fate hadn’t meant her for me,
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| Still my heart’s on the Isle of Capri.
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| Summertime was nearly over
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| Blue Italian sky above
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| I said «Lady, I’m a rover,
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| Won’t you sing one sweet word of love?»
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| She wore a plain golden ring on her finger
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| 'Twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri. |