'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.
Hearing this I am beginning to realize many of the tunes I liked so much when I was a teenager were really composed in the thirties! Good music never goes out of style. And these songs are special they have that touch modern popular music lacks.
Great tune; written by Jimmy Kennedy, I think. Brandon Shaw sang this tune with his Quartet at the Phoenix Arts Club, London, on 30 November, as part of a tribute to Al Bowlly.
I like to hear his fantastic voice and his cool British pronunciation. Just as with Spanish tunes that are better perfomed by singers from Spain, English ones are better perfomed by British singers.
A nifty little song, Sad, so sad about the Isle of Capri....until all the Damn-ass tourist showed up.....it was so sweet, native...and gay...with the likes of the literati.....