Introd: `Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her, Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree; Oh, I can still see the flow'rs bloomin' round her Where we met on the Isle of Capri. She was as sweet as a rose at the dawning, But somehow fate hadn't meant her for me; And though I sailed with the tide in the morning, Still my heart's on the Isle of Capri. Bridge: 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 lovely meatball on her finger 'Twas goodbye at the Villa Capri.