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Isle Of Capri
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Frank Sinatra
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`twas on the isle of capri that I found her Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree Oh, I can still see the flowrs bloomin round her Where we met on the isle of capri
She was as sweet as a rose at the dawning But somehow fate hadnt meant her for me And though I sailed with the tide in the morning Still my hearts on the isle of capri
Summertime was nearly over Blue italian sky above I said lady, Im a rover, Can you spare a sweet word olove?
She whispered softly its 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
<instrumental-horns with mandolin>
Summertime was nearly over Blue italian sky above I said lady, Im a rover, Can you spare a fine word olove?
She whispered softly its 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 twas goodbye on the isle of capri twas goodbye on the isle of capri
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