This entry was posted on August 25, 2013 by suejan. It was filed under TRAVELOGUES .
’twas on the isle of capri that i met her,
beneath the shade of an old walnut tree…
old song heard during childhood.
November 22, 2013 at 3:43 AM
summer days are nearly over
blue italian skies 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 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
November 22, 2013 at 3:50 AM
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