I dream of you more than you dream I doHow can

I was five and she was sixWe rode on horses made

the beautiful strangers who held me for a nightAnd fell

is to live in solitudeFar from your tranquil altitudeSad

I hear that serenade in blueI'm somewhere in another

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the GypsyShe

in touch with that sundown fellowAs he tiptoes across

an irresistible force such as youMeets an old immovable

'Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found herBeneath the

I used to sit by my fireplaceAnd dream about youBut now

are you?Where have you gone without me?I thought you

I'm blue every Monday thinkin' over SundayThat one day when I'm

On the island of StromboliRecklessly, I gave my heartOn the island

Skies ain't gonna cloud no moreThe crops ain't gonna failCaught a

There's no use of a moonlight glowOr the peaks where winter

Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful?Isn't she precious, less than one

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to

have got youUnder my skinI’ve got youDeep in the

(Getting stoned on sunshine, getting high on air,)Getting to it naturally,