American Old Time Song Lyrics: 08 Napolitaine
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 8
As sung by Carncross' Minstrels.
Napolitaine, I am dreaming of thee,
I'm hearing thy foot-falls so joyous and free;
Thy dark flashing eyes are entwining me yet.
The voice with its music I ne'er can forget.
I'm far from the land of own sunny home,
Alone in this wide world with sorrow I roam;
In the halls of the gay, or wherever it be,
Still, Napolitaine, I'm dreaming of thee.
Napolitaine, art thou thinking of me?
Hath absence not banished my mem'ry from thee?
Remember our meetings, their whispers to keep.
When bright eyes were calling all lovers to sleep.
And yet would I not have a shade on thy brow,
As bright as though 'twere lit, is thine on me now;
For 'tis memory that brings all thy beauty to me,
Still, Nnpolitaine. I'm dreaming of thee.
Napolitaine, I'm dreaming of thee,
Napolitaine, I'm dreaming of thee.