`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 tho` I sailed with the tide in the morning,
Still my heart`s on the Isle of Capri.
Summertime was nearly over,
Blue Italian skies above,
I said, `Lady, I`m a rover,
Can you spare a sweet word of love?`
She whispered softly, ` `Tis best not to linger,`
Then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a plain golden ring on her finger,
`Twas good-bye to the Isle of Capri.